Luyện nghe bài hát Bennie Franks

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

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

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

My nine shines its 6 6 so bitches prime time
Who in they write mine nigga trying to rhyme
L E G I T
Give it up for them pistol pistol the 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

a joint we completed niggas ballers boy
Thats the money making soldiers bringing all the
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 close for

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 sounding like me like Andrew Cullonon

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

212 of degrees wrecking impostor 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 em outta his a betta chose yo
The of the funeral cage right
Come on ya all do wanna do it to Tillman or a Ben

'Cause its nigga from the 3-1-2 capital double L-L
Bring the noise shit we bound to burn them
Although a nice guy and when 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 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 making soldiers bringing all the noise
nothing on ya block but them vocaling toys
Riding tinted out real straps hoes

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

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

Guard ya glamoura I'm fucking up opponents and
Shoulda charged ya stamina here 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 back to my nigga

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

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

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