Luyện nghe bài hát Bennie Franks

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

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

Them niggas don't see us come up
So them marks for the legit ballers for the world blow up
Its no sold off shit I'm still top of the mess
Check Tom disrespect Tom Teflon 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 to whip the lyrical arsonist
learn and listen 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 street baller, come on

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
the money making soldiers bringing all the noise
Ain't nothing on ya block but them toys
Riding tinted out real straps hoes

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

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

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

212 of them degrees wrecking emcee's chop 'em off at the knees
Face to face 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

'Cause its that 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
on rasta man tell '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
the money making soldiers bringing all the noise
Ain't nothing on ya block but vocaling toys
Riding tinted out straps hoes galore

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

Who them niggas try to diss and made a clip but they
Y'all a let me tangle legit ballers and twist
I axe ya wrist off, who can I hits ya
Who can I bust I for cash put beans on fast got singers as jack
I told ya save that shit for

Guard ya glamoura I'm up opponents and challengers
Shoulda charged ya here comes the
Watch me damage ya, we mash and bang with mask and
Get ya name reclaim the game and I'll blast ya fame
You say the war is on bring it I spare you, come 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 joint we completed ballers boy
Thats the money making bringing all the noise
Ain't nothing on ya block but vocaling toys
Riding tinted out real hoes galore

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