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 whole Legit family up in here, nigga
A yo Beanie Franks, you the early bird of this 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 that's with AIDS gettin' loose
Nigga, you get sprain wit some hot shit
you run, I pop shit, yo ghetto ain't no harder than mine

Fuck that shit, you can't 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 like
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, I'll show you some
That'll make eyes explode out ya skull, 'cause bein' odd
On the block is a no, niggas, didn't know that I go off
And show off, and off the law, turn, send ten shows that'll burn
Whats left is a muthafuckin' in the alley
Beanie Franks is the shit on the finale

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

Turtle Banks, you know, 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 niggas ain't mufuckas fakin'
Scared of facin' Ballers at ya crib waitin'

And now you shakin', call the guys to come me
I make them punk 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 what I be settin' every peace

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

Yeah, 'lil nigga, it's been once for you
Y'all can't Legit Ballers
And just when you it was over
T-Nitty in here danger

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

Fuckin' them bitches and then I 'em boo-hooin', why?
'Cause they addicted to the dick did
The pleasure and pain, the wing inflicted
Given niggas two to the
Boy, you mess wit a mad and hard head

Fool, I'm a straight low neva
'Cause today I be a balla, shot shot
I don't give a about one
Them hoes ain't 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
Especially my dogs on the muthafuckin' Finale

Yeah, that shit was
Last but not 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 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' pistols and

Don't take for me to pop off my nine
'Cuse I'm the 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 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 a nigga role up

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

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

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

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