Luyện nghe bài hát Bennie Franks

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

I'ma money making 'cause I don't 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 truck candy apple sitting on normols

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

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

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

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B E N I E Franks
B E N I E Franks
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It's a joint we completed niggas boy
the money making soldiers bringing all the noise
Ain't on ya block but them vocaling toys
Riding tinted out real hoes galore

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

Put me to and nigga ya playing
If your all shit I'm abandoning
I strike back heaven on
I'm on a spree out all niggas sounding like me like Andrew 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 mind twisted so who I concern
Tossing this shit blind bitches touching ya ass getting burned

212 of them 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 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 from the 3-1-2 capital double L-L
the noise shit we bound to burn them boys
Although a nice guy and when the drought is to 'em
I em pain
Come on rasta man tell 'em what the the hey

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

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

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Who to come test me now think
The game is over it's my time
You around nigga and get ya label shut down

Who them niggas try to diss and made a clip but they
Y'all shouldn't a let me tangle ballers 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 told ya save that for last

Guard ya I'm fucking up opponents and challengers
Shoulda charged ya here comes the
Watch me damage ya, we mash and bang with and thang
Get jacked ya name reclaim the game and 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
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B E double N I E
B E N I E Franks

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

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