Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Finale

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

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

Fuck that block shit, you can't them thangs
The takin' 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 down like Alcatraz and if you escape
You betta haul ass, 'cause when I ya physically and mentally

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

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

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

And now you shakin', call the to come chase me
I them punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety
A bitch, a pickle, a chicken, a clique, is sick
For they skits and they scourges, now I'm the pain
'Cause I'm urgin' and your muthafuckin' 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' Legit Ballers and niggas biten the
On the streets or the stage, A 45 or a
That's why me and the Twista always hittin' the front
For what? we so damn cold and when we enter the car
cluthcin' they hoes, so fuck it, fall wit dust
And get snatched while Nitty bustes the in the grand finale

Yeah, 'lil nigga, it's once for you bitches
can't touch Legit Ballers
And when you thought it was over
T-Nitty in here danger

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ever compete wit Mobster much less beef, it's like
You on my tip wit no heat, never smile
the Twistas 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 Elites on the Grand Finale

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

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

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