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 world is
You over gages grenades and land mines so hand mine
If you was nigga you probably ban mine
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 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 Tom Teflon through his chest and fuck 'em for T

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

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

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

Now it don't get no deeper than
Mr. come on my style with a twist
I'm out the
Checking ya style is too for coffin

Put me to stand and nigga ya
If all shit surrounding I'm abandoning
I strike like heaven on
I'm on a spree taking out all niggas sounding like me like Cullonon

Y'all can go to a reawrike guiness on a one road
It's a sin to swallow all the witness now I'm guilty by
I know this shit got ya 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
Face to face 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 cage right
Come on ya all do wanna do it to Tillman or a Ben

its that nigga from the 3-1-2 capital double L-L
Bring the noise shit we to burn them boys
he's a nice guy and when the drought is to 'em
I em pain
Come on rasta man 'em what the the thang hey

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

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

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

ya glamoura I'm fucking up opponents and challengers
Shoulda charged ya stamina comes the
Watch me damage ya, we mash and with mask and thang
Get jacked ya reclaim the game and I'll blast ya fame
You say the war is on bring it I spare you, come back to my city

B E N I E Franks
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It's a we completed niggas ballers boy
Thats the money soldiers bringing all the noise
Ain't on ya block but them vocaling toys
Riding tinted out real hoes galore

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