Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Finale

Check out ya dig?
You've vome to the last and final
Toxic gettin' on you hoes
My nigga KX-Zilla, the guitar man droppin' the rhythm
And I got the whole Legit Ballers family up in here,
A yo Franks, you the early bird 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 lethal as a bitch that's with AIDS gettin' loose
Nigga, before you get wit some hot shit
While you run, I pop shit, yo ghetto ain't no harder mine

Fuck that shit, you can't manage them thangs
The takin' and born in the range
the match 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, when 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 explode out ya skull, 'cause bein' odd
On the is a no, niggas, didn't know that I could go off
And off, and throw off the law, turn, send ten shows that'll burn
Whats left is a muthafuckin' dent in the
Beanie Franks is the shit on the grand

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

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 drive by my fly in the seat
Them niggas ballin' mufuckas fakin'
of facin' Legit Ballers at ya crib waitin'

And now you shakin', call the to come chase me
I make 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 pimpin' the
I'm urgin' and rearrangin' 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 and niggas biten the flow
On the streets or the stage, A 45 or a
That's why me and the always hittin' the front page
For what? 'Cause we so damn cold and we enter the car
Niggas cluthcin' they hoes, so fuck it, wit dust
And get snatched Nitty bustes the facts in the grand finale

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, shit was bangin'
Last but not least Twista up in
The orignator of the style all niggas been biten
And to you how it's done, gun

Swingin', singin' my raw was rap to the rythm
back T-O is in the back, so if it makes you giggle
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 the way I be bustin' pistols and hustlin'

Don't take second for me to pop off my
'Cuse I'm the tiggy-tiggy Twista nigga what been
On out of the but I was harder Twista to the formula
It's cold 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 Roller
The Bigger Gun Holder, so I be damned when a role up

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

Yeah, how real muthafuckin' ballers
Lay it down nigga, now 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 Legit Ballin' family
Ty-Nitty, Beanie Franks, Miss Cane, side
Banks, that nigga High Beam, the mobstas Liff and Maze
Chine White the beats, Toxic, my nigga Twista
And the rest of the whole Legit Ballers family, ya

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