Luyện nghe bài hát Bennie Franks

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

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

niggas don't wanna see us come up
So them marks for the legit ballers for the world blow up
Its ain't no sold off shit I'm 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 to march
on this who trying to whip the lyrical arsonist
Look learn and my baguette still glisten

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

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

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

Put me to stand and 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 like Cullonon

Y'all can go to a reawrike guiness on a one road
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 shit like blind bitches touching ya ass burned

212 of degrees wrecking impostor emcee's chop 'em off at the knees
Face to face with 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 of the funeral cage right
Come on ya all do wanna do it to or a Ben Jagger

'Cause its that nigga from the capital double L-L
the noise shit we bound to burn them boys
Although he's a guy and when the drought is to 'em
I brought em
on rasta man tell 'em what the the thang hey

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

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

B E N I E Franks
Who want to test me now think
The game is over officially my time
You around nigga 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 beans on got singers as jack
I told ya save that for last

ya glamoura I'm fucking up opponents and challengers
Shoulda ya stamina here 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 bring it I spare you, come back to my nigga

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

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

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