Luyện nghe bài hát Bennie Franks

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

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

Them don't wanna see us come up
So fuck marks for the legit ballers for the world blow up
Its ain't no sold off I'm still top of the mess
Check Tom disrespect Tom Teflon through his chest and '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 baguette 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 pistol the knuckle baller, come on

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

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

Now it get no deeper than this
Mr. Obysis come on my style with a
I'm out the
ya style is too close for coffin

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

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

212 of them degrees wrecking impostor chop 'em off at the knees
to face with 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 cage
Come on ya all do wanna do it to Tillman or a Ben

'Cause its that nigga the 3-1-2 capital double L-L
Bring the noise we bound to burn them boys
Although he's a nice guy and when the is to 'em
I brought em
Come on rasta man '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 ballers boy
Thats the money soldiers bringing 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 come test me now
The game is over it's officially my
You fuck around and get ya label shut down

Who them niggas try to diss and made a but they miss
Y'all a let me tangle legit ballers and twist
I axe ya wrist off, who can I trust ya
Who can I bust I 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 damage ya, we mash and bang mask and thang
Get jacked ya name the game and I'll blast ya fame
You say the war is on bring it I you, come back to my city nigga

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

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