Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Finale

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

Picture a niggas that's raw, 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 as a bitch that's found 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 robber and born in the range
the match and bang, I hold my gun up high
Screamin', "Fuck 'em all" then I get in as like cholesterol
I got the lock down like Alcatraz and if you escape
You betta haul ass, 'cause I catch ya physically and mentally

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

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

Turtle Banks, you know, it's my 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' Ballers at ya crib waitin'

And now you shakin', the guys to come chase me
I make them muthafuckas buckle up for safety
A bitch, a pickle, a chicken, a clique, is sick
For skits and they 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 what I be fuck every peace

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

Yeah, 'lil nigga, it's once for you bitches
Y'all touch Legit Ballers
And just you thought it was over
in here doin' danger

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

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

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

I'm still gang bangin' bitch nigga catch a cap
Not easy but my nine easy to 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 all y'all niggas been biten
And to you how it's done, gun

Swingin', singin' my raw was through rap to the
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 I'm makin' fetty, trippin off the man
Though we buzzin' I'm thuggin', get drunk
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 nigga what have been
On out of the pick but I was harder Twista to the
cold 'cause we been smokin' on dro
So nigga when you take a listen, you wonder who I'm
Don't leave without permission, the Baller-T aka The Swisher
The Bigger Gun Holder, so I be damned a nigga role up

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

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

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

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