Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Finale

Check this out ya
You've vome to the last and final
Toxic crunk on you hoes
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 bird of muthafucka gun

Picture a niggas raw, amber fire his ass
And what we'll say is what we saw, muthafuckas, I
'em out the water, Legit, that's Ballers
My styles as lethal as a bitch 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 manage them thangs
The robber takin' and born in the
Battle the and bang, I hold my gun up high
Screamin', "Fuck 'em all" then I get in that as like
I got the game lock down like Alcatraz and if you
You haul ass, 'cause when I catch ya physically 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
make your eyes explode out ya skull, 'cause bein' odd
On the is a no, niggas, didn't know that I could go off
And show off, and throw off the law, turn, ten shows that'll burn
Whats left is a muthafuckin' in the alley
Beanie Franks is the shit on the grand

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

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

And now you shakin', the guys to come chase me
I them punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety
A bitch, a pickle, a chicken, a clique, niggas is
For they skits and they scourges, now I'm the pain
'Cause I'm urgin' and rearrangin' your muthafuckin' face like a
Lyrics layin' wit a that's what I be fuck settin' every peace

My shit to yo ass, I see, O, for my mob I'ma lay low
Legit Ballers 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? we so damn cold and when we enter the car
Niggas cluthcin' hoes, so fuck it, fall wit dust
And get snatched Nitty bustes the facts in the grand finale

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

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

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

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

While I'm still gang bangin' bitch 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' Finale

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

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

take second for me to pop off my nine
'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 take a listen, you 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 Elites much less beef, like
You comin' on my tip wit no heat, never
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, bangin'
Wit Mobsta Elites on the muthafuckin' Finale

Yeah, that's how real ballers
Lay it nigga, now it's time to run down
All the muthafuckas that this shit here happen
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, Dark
Turtle Banks, that nigga Beam, the mobstas Liff and Maze
Chine White the beats, Toxic, my nigga Twista
And the rest of the Legit Ballers family, ya dig?

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