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 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 brinks truck candy apple on normols

Them niggas wanna see us come up
So them 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 through his chest and fuck 'em for T

I'm in my candle camouflage
Wing ding and white and now I ready to march
Embark on this who 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 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 double N I E

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

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

Put me to stand and nigga ya
If your all surrounding I'm abandoning
I back like heaven on
I'm on a spree taking out all sounding like me like Andrew Cullonon

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

212 of them degrees impostor emcee's 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 chose yo
The of the funeral cage right
Come on ya all do wanna do it to Tillman or a Ben

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

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

a joint 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 hoes

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

Who them try to diss 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 I fiend for cash put beans on fast got singers as jack
I told ya save that shit for

Guard ya I'm fucking up opponents and challengers
Shoulda charged ya here comes the
Watch me damage ya, we mash and with mask and thang
Get jacked ya name reclaim the game and I'll blast ya
You say the war is on bring it I you, come back to my city nigga

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

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

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