Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Finale

Check out ya dig?
You've to the last and final record
Toxic gettin' crunk on you
My nigga KX-Zilla, 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

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

Fuck that block shit, you manage them thangs
The robber and born in the range
Battle the and bang, I hold my gun up high
Screamin', "Fuck 'em all" then I get in that as cholesterol
I got the game lock down Alcatraz and if you escape
You betta haul ass, 'cause when I catch ya and mentally

I yo ass on the block, that's the penalty
Put 'em in the hot seat grab a hoe, I'll you some shit
That'll make eyes explode out ya skull, 'cause bein' odd
On the block is a no, niggas, didn't know I could 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 time for Turtle Banks to spit

Turtle Banks, you know, my turn to buss
And make weak muthafuckas turn to
And if you weak you die in the of Chi
It's deep by my bullets fly in the seat
Them niggas ballin' mufuckas fakin'
Scared of Legit Ballers at ya crib waitin'

And now you shakin', call the guys to chase me
I them punk 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 wit a four that's what I be fuck settin' every peace

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

Yeah, 'lil nigga, been once for you bitches
Y'all can't touch Legit
And when you thought it was over
T-Nitty in here doin'

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

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

Fool, I'm a straight low neva
'Cause I be a balla, shot shot caller
I don't give a fuck one
Them hoes ain't even got love and boo-hooin'
Now when I it pass rap

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

Yeah, shit was bangin'
but not least Twista up in here
The orignator of the style all y'all niggas biten
And to you how it's 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 figure you thinks it's petty but to me its tilly
Tell 'em what? I'm makin' fetty, off the man
Though we buzzin' I'm thuggin', get drunk
And the way I be bustin' pistols and hustlin'

Don't second 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
It's 'cause we been smokin' on dro
So nigga when you take a listen, you wonder who I'm
Don't leave without permission, the aka The Swisher Roller
The Bigger Gun Holder, so I be when a nigga role up

Ever compete wit Mobster Elites less beef, it's like
You on my tip wit no heat, never smile
When the in the club 'cause I got a mask and gloves
And I might be bustin' out slugs, I'm raw
'Cause I'm smokin' on kali, gang
Wit Mobsta on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale

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

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

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