Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Finale

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

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

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

I yo ass on the block, that's the penalty
Put 'em in the hot seat a hoe, I'll show you some shit
That'll make your explode out ya skull, 'cause bein' odd
On the block is a no, niggas, didn't that I could go off
And show off, and off the law, turn, send ten shows 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 time for Banks to spit

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

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

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

Yeah, 'lil nigga, it's been for you bitches
can't touch Legit Ballers
And just you thought it was over
in here doin' danger

The Nitty, you know, I'm comin' off like a gangsta
Disrespectin' the mob, I gotta bang ya, and
Situation when I was caught by, fuck a car, I do a walk by
the G to the AME, leavin' whole fuckin' familys greivin'
'Cause if I miss some I gotta ya, then I'm arrested, for what?
Attempt murda, out done only out doin'

Fuckin' them bitches and then I 'em boo-hooin', why?
'Cause they addicted to what the did
The pleasure and pain, the wing inflicted
Given two to the head
Boy, you can't mess wit a mad and head

Fool, I'm a straight low broke
'Cause today I be a balla, shot shot
I don't a fuck about one
hoes ain't even got love 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
my dogs on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale

Yeah, that shit was
Last but not least up in here
The orignator of the style all niggas been biten
And to show you how done, gun

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

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

Ever wit Mobster Elites much less beef, it's like
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 bustin' out slugs, I'm raw
'Cause I'm smokin' on kali, bangin'
Wit Elites on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale

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

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

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