Luyện nghe bài hát Bennie Franks

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

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

Them 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 still top of the
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 ready to
Embark on this who trying to whip the arsonist
Look learn and listen my baguette glisten

My nine shines its 6 past 6 so prime time
Who in write mine nigga trying to define rhyme
L E G I T
it up for them 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 N I E Franks

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

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

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

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

212 of them degrees impostor emcee's chop 'em off at the knees
Face to face with your enemy, I'm G.I. to C H I C H, yo
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 from the capital double L-L
Bring the shit we bound to burn them boys
Although he's a nice guy and when the is to 'em
I em pain
Come on rasta man 'em what the the thang hey

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

a joint we completed niggas ballers boy
Thats the money making soldiers bringing all the
Ain't nothing on ya block but them vocaling
Riding out real 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 nigga and get ya label down

Who them niggas try to diss and a clip 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 told ya that shit for last

Guard ya glamoura I'm up opponents and challengers
charged ya stamina here comes the
Watch me damage ya, we mash and with mask 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
B E double N I E
B E double N I E
B E double N I E

It's a joint we niggas ballers boy
Thats the money 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 them toys
Riding out real straps hoes galore