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 making soldier '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 brinks truck candy apple sitting on

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

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

My nine shines its 6 past 6 so bitches prime
Who in they write mine nigga trying to define
L E G I T
Give it up for them pistol pistol the knuckle street baller, 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 completed niggas boy
the money making soldiers bringing all the noise
Ain't nothing on ya block but them toys
Riding tinted out straps hoes galore

Now it don't get no than 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 all shit surrounding 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
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 this shit like blind bitches touching ya ass burned

212 of them degrees wrecking 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 chose yo
The of the funeral cage right
Come on ya all do wanna do it to or a Ben Jagger

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

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

B E double N I E
Who want to come test me now
The is over it's officially my time
You fuck nigga and get ya label shut down

Who them niggas try to diss and made a but they miss
shouldn't 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 save shit for last

ya glamoura I'm fucking up opponents and challengers
Shoulda charged ya here comes the
Watch me ya, we mash and bang with mask and thang
Get jacked ya name reclaim the game and I'll 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 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 we completed niggas ballers boy
Thats the money making bringing all the noise
Ain't nothing on ya block but them vocaling
Riding tinted out straps hoes galore