Luyện nghe bài hát Bennie Franks

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

I'ma money soldier 'cause I don't give no fuck, the world is mine
You stepping over gages and land mines so hand mine
If you was around nigga you probably ban
Off the watching out for the rorrow popping at the po po
99 brinks truck candy sitting on normols

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

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

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

B E N I E Franks
B E double N I E
B E double N I E
B E N I E Franks

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

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

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

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

212 of them degrees wrecking impostor emcee's chop 'em off at the
Face to face with your enemy, I'm G.I. to C H I C H, yo
Fo fo go go blow em outta his a betta yo
The return of the funeral cage
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
the noise shit we bound to burn them boys
Although a nice guy and when the drought is to 'em
I brought em
Come on rasta man tell 'em what the the hey

B E double N I E
B E double N I E
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B E N I E Franks

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

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Who want to come me now think
The is over it's officially my time
You fuck around and get ya label shut down

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

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

B E N I E Franks
B E N I E Franks
B E double N I E
B E double N I E

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

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