Luyện nghe bài hát Bennie Franks

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

I'ma money 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 you probably ban mine
Off the loado out for the rorrow popping at the po po
99 brinks candy apple sitting on normols

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

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

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

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

It's a we completed niggas ballers boy
Thats the money making bringing all the noise
Ain't on ya block but them vocaling toys
Riding tinted out real straps hoes

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

Put me to stand and ya playing
If your all surrounding I'm abandoning
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 guiness on a one business
It's a sin to swallow all the witness now I'm by suspicion
I this shit got ya mind twisted so who I make concern
Tossing this shit like blind bitches touching ya ass burned

212 of them degrees wrecking impostor emcee's chop 'em off at the
Face to face with your enemy, I'm G.I. to C H I C H, yo
Fo fo go go em outta his a betta chose yo
The return of the funeral right
on ya all do wanna do it to Tillman or a Ben Jagger

'Cause its that 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 tell 'em the the thang 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 we completed niggas ballers boy
Thats the money soldiers bringing all the noise
nothing on ya block but them vocaling toys
Riding out real straps hoes galore

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Who want to come test me now
The game is it's officially my time
You fuck around nigga and get ya shut down

Who them niggas try to diss and made a but they miss
Y'all shouldn't a let me tangle legit ballers and
I axe ya wrist off, who can I trust ya
Who can I bust I fiend for put beans 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 stamina here the
Watch me damage ya, we mash and bang with and thang
Get ya name reclaim the game and I'll 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 N I E Franks
B E double N I E
B E double N I E

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

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