Luyện nghe bài hát Bennie Franks

I drop like who say mad ass
Verbal when I solve a blast 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 grenades and land mines so hand mine
If you was around nigga you ban mine
Off the loado watching out for the rorrow at the po po
99 brinks candy apple sitting on normols

Them don't 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 through his chest and fuck 'em for T

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

212 of them degrees wrecking impostor emcee's '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 blow em outta his a betta yo
The return of the funeral right
Come on ya all do wanna do it to or a Ben Jagger

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

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 niggas boy
Thats the money making bringing all the noise
Ain't nothing on ya block but them toys
Riding tinted out real straps hoes

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

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

Guard ya glamoura I'm fucking up and challengers
Shoulda charged ya stamina comes the
me damage ya, we mash and bang with mask 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 to my city nigga

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

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

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