Luyện nghe bài hát Bennie Franks

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

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

Them niggas don't wanna see us 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 candle
Wing ding and white and now I ready to march
Embark on this who trying to whip the lyrical
Look learn and listen my still glisten

My shines its 6 past 6 so bitches prime time
Who in write mine nigga 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 double N I E
B E double N I E
B E double N I E

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

Now it don't get no deeper 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 nigga ya
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 guiness on a one road business
It's a sin to swallow all the now I'm guilty by suspicion
I know this got ya mind twisted so who I make concern
Tossing shit like blind bitches touching ya ass getting burned

212 of them degrees wrecking impostor emcee's chop 'em off at the
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 that nigga from the 3-1-2 double L-L
Bring the noise we bound to burn them boys
he's a nice guy and when the drought is to 'em
I em pain
Come on rasta man tell 'em what the the hey

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

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

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

Who them niggas try to diss and made a clip but miss
Y'all shouldn't a let me tangle ballers and twist
I axe ya wrist off, who can I hits ya
Who can I bust I fiend for put beans on fast got singers as jack
I told ya save shit for last

Guard ya glamoura I'm fucking up opponents and
Shoulda charged ya stamina comes the
Watch me damage ya, we mash and with mask and thang
Get jacked ya name reclaim the and I'll blast ya fame
You say the war is on bring it I spare you, come back to my 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 niggas ballers boy
Thats the money making soldiers all the noise
Ain't on ya block but them vocaling toys
Riding out real straps hoes galore

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 out real straps hoes galore