Luyện nghe bài hát Bennie Franks

I drop bombs who say mad ass
Verbal when 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 is mine
You stepping gages grenades and land mines so hand mine
If you was around nigga you probably ban
Off the loado watching out for the rorrow at the po po
99 truck candy apple sitting on normols

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

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

My nine its 6 past 6 so bitches prime time
Who in they 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
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B E double N I E
B E N I E Franks

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

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

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

212 of them degrees wrecking emcee's chop 'em off at the knees
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 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 the 3-1-2 capital double L-L
the noise shit we bound to burn them boys
Although a nice guy and when the drought is to 'em
I em pain
Come on man tell 'em what the the thang hey

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

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

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

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

Guard ya glamoura I'm up opponents and challengers
Shoulda charged ya here comes the
Watch me damage ya, we mash and bang with mask and
Get jacked ya name reclaim the game and I'll ya fame
You say the war is on it I spare 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 N I E Franks

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

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