Luyện nghe bài hát Bennie Franks

I drop bombs who say mad ass
Verbal ammunition when I solve a ass I stash cash
like Ras Kass
and 10 hut

I'ma money making soldier 'cause I give no fuck, the world is mine
You stepping over gages grenades and land so hand mine
If you was around you probably ban mine
Off the loado out for the rorrow popping at the po po
99 truck candy apple sitting on normols

niggas don't wanna see us come up
So fuck them marks for the legit ballers for the world up
Its ain't no off shit I'm still top of the mess
Check Tom disrespect Tom Teflon through his and fuck 'em for T

I'm rolling in my camouflage
Wing ding and white and now I ready to march
Embark on who trying to whip the lyrical arsonist
Look learn and listen my still glisten

My nine shines its 6 6 so bitches prime time
Who in they write mine trying to define rhyme
L E G I T
Give it up for them pistol the knuckle street baller, come on

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It's a we completed niggas ballers boy
the money making soldiers bringing all the noise
Ain't nothing on ya block but them vocaling
Riding tinted out straps hoes galore

Now it don't get no than this
Mr. Obysis come on my with a twist
I'm out the
Checking ya style is too close for

Put me to and nigga ya playing
If all shit surrounding I'm abandoning
I strike back like on
I'm on a spree taking out all niggas sounding like me Andrew Cullonon

Y'all can go to a reawrike on a one road business
It's a sin to swallow all the now I'm guilty by suspicion
I know this shit got ya mind twisted so who I make
Tossing this shit like blind bitches ya ass getting burned

212 of them degrees wrecking emcee's chop 'em off at the knees
Face to face your enemy, I'm G.I. to C H I C H, yo heffa
Fo fo go go em outta his a betta chose yo
The return of the cage right
Come on ya all do wanna do it to Tillman or a Ben

'Cause its that nigga from the 3-1-2 capital L-L
Bring the noise shit we bound to them boys
Although he's a nice guy and the drought is to 'em
I brought em
Come on rasta man 'em what the the thang hey

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a joint we completed niggas ballers boy
Thats the money making bringing all the noise
Ain't nothing on ya block but them toys
Riding tinted out real straps galore

B E N I E Franks
Who want to test me now think
The game is over it's my time
You fuck nigga and get ya label shut down

Who them niggas try to diss and a clip but they miss
shouldn't a let me tangle legit ballers and twist
I axe ya wrist off, who can I trust ya
Who can I I fiend for cash put beans on fast got singers as jack
I ya save that shit for last

Guard ya glamoura I'm up opponents and challengers
Shoulda charged ya stamina comes the
Watch me ya, we mash and bang with mask and thang
Get jacked ya name reclaim the game and blast ya fame
You say the war is on it I spare you, come back to my city nigga

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B E N I E Franks

It's a we completed niggas ballers boy
Thats the money making soldiers all the noise
nothing on ya block but them vocaling toys
Riding tinted out straps hoes galore

It's a we completed niggas ballers boy
Thats the money soldiers bringing all the noise
Ain't nothing on ya block but vocaling toys
Riding tinted out real straps hoes