Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Finale

Check out ya dig?
You've vome to the and final record
gettin' crunk on you hoes
My nigga KX-Zilla, Steve the guitar man droppin' the
And I got the Legit Ballers family up in here, nigga
A yo Beanie Franks, you the bird of this muthafucka gun

a niggas that's raw, amber fire his ass
And we'll say is what we saw, muthafuckas, I slaughter
'em out the water, Legit, that's Ballers
My styles as lethal as a bitch that's with AIDS gettin' loose
Nigga, you get sprain wit some hot shit
While you run, I pop shit, yo ghetto ain't no harder mine

Fuck that shit, you can't manage them thangs
The takin' and born in the range
Battle the match and bang, I my gun up high
Screamin', "Fuck 'em all" I get in that as like cholesterol
I got the lock down like Alcatraz and if you escape
You betta haul ass, when I catch ya physically and mentally

I bring yo ass on the block, the penalty
Put 'em in the hot seat grab a hoe, show you some shit
That'll make your eyes explode out ya skull, bein' odd
On the block is a no, niggas, didn't know that I go off
And show off, and throw off the law, turn, send ten that'll burn
Whats is a muthafuckin' dent in the alley
Beanie Franks is the shit on the finale

Yeah, that's tha I'm talkin' about, nigga
Now it's for Turtle Banks to spit

Banks, you know, it's my turn to buss
And make muthafuckas turn to dust
And if you weak you die in the of Chi
It's deep by my bullets fly in the seat
Them ain't ballin' mufuckas fakin'
Scared of facin' Legit Ballers at ya waitin'

And now you shakin', call the guys to come me
I make them muthafuckas buckle up for safety
A bitch, a pickle, a chicken, a clique, niggas is
For they and they scourges, now I'm pimpin' the pain
'Cause I'm urgin' and your muthafuckin' face like a surgeon
Lyrics layin' wit a that's what I be fuck settin' every peace

My shit to yo ass, I see, O, for my mob status lay low
Representin' Legit Ballers and biten the flow
On the or the stage, A 45 or a gauze
That's why me and the Twista hittin' the front page
For what? 'Cause we so cold and when we enter the car
Niggas cluthcin' they hoes, so fuck it, wit dust
And get snatched while Nitty bustes the facts in the grand

Yeah, 'lil nigga, it's been once for you
Y'all touch Legit Ballers
And just when you thought it was
T-Nitty in doin' danger

The names Nitty, you know, I'm comin' off a gangsta
Disrespectin' the mob, I gotta ya, and everyday
when I was caught by, fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk by
When the G to the AME, whole fuckin' familys greivin'
'Cause if I miss some I burn ya, then I'm arrested, for what?
murda, never out done only out doin'

Fuckin' bitches and then I leave 'em boo-hooin', why?
'Cause they to what the dick did
The pleasure and pain, the wing ding
niggas two to the head
Boy, you can't mess wit a mad and hard

Fool, I'm a straight low neva
'Cause today I be a balla, shot shot
I give a fuck about one
Them hoes ain't even got and they boo-hooin'
Now when I take it rap

While I'm still gang bangin' bitch catch a cap
Not easy but my nine easy to wit
Especially if you bullshit
The N I to the T
Especially my dogs on the muthafuckin' Finale

Yeah, shit was bangin'
Last but not Twista up in here
The orignator of the style all y'all been biten
And to show you how done, gun

Swingin', singin' my raw was through rap to the
back T-O is in the back, so if it makes you giggle
I figure you thinks it's petty but to me its tilly
Tell 'em what? I'm fetty, trippin off the man
Though we while I'm thuggin', get drunk
And the way I be bustin' pistols and hustlin'

Don't take for me to pop off my nine
I'm the tiggy-tiggy Twista nigga what have been
On out of the pick but I was harder to the formula
cold 'cause we been smokin' on dro
So nigga when you a listen, you wonder who I'm dissin'
leave without permission, the Baller-T aka The Swisher Roller
The Bigger Gun Holder, so I be damned when a nigga up

Ever compete wit Mobster Elites much less beef, it's
You comin' on my tip wit no heat, smile
When the Twistas in the club I got a mask and gloves
And I might be out slugs, I'm comin' raw
'Cause I'm smokin' on kali, bangin'
Wit Mobsta Elites on the Grand Finale

Yeah, that's how real muthafuckin'
Lay it down nigga, now it's to run down
All the that made this shit here happen
My Jag, my nigga Big Ed, Big Fud
Charlemagne, Calla One, Chris The

KX, and these all the niggas Legit Ballin' family
Ty-Nitty, Beanie Franks, Miss Cane, Dark
Turtle Banks, that nigga High Beam, the mobstas and Maze
Chine White bangin' the beats, Toxic, my nigga
And the rest of the Legit Ballers family, ya dig?

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