Luyện nghe bài hát Bennie Franks

I drop like who say mad ass
Verbal ammunition when I solve a blast ass I cash
Assassination like Ras
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 nigga you probably ban
Off the loado out for the rorrow popping 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 ballers for the world blow up
Its ain't no sold off shit I'm still top of the
Check Tom disrespect Tom Teflon through his chest and 'em for T

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

My nine its 6 past 6 so bitches prime time
Who in they write nigga trying to define rhyme
L E G I T
Give it up for them pistol pistol the knuckle 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 bringing all the
Ain't nothing on ya block but them toys
Riding tinted out real straps galore

Now it get no deeper than this
Mr. Obysis come on my 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 like heaven on
I'm on a spree taking out all niggas sounding like me Andrew Cullonon

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who niggas try to diss and made 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 put beans on fast got singers as jack
I told ya that shit for last

ya glamoura I'm fucking up opponents and challengers
Shoulda charged ya stamina comes the
Watch me 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 it I spare you, come back to my city nigga

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

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

It's a joint we completed ballers boy
Thats the money soldiers bringing all the noise
Ain't on ya block but them vocaling toys
Riding tinted out straps hoes galore