Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Finale

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

a niggas that's 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 that's found with gettin' loose
Nigga, before you get sprain wit some hot
While you run, I pop shit, yo ghetto ain't no harder mine

Fuck that block shit, you manage them thangs
The robber takin' and born in the
Battle the match and bang, I my gun up high
Screamin', "Fuck 'em all" I get in that as like cholesterol
I got the game lock down like 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 grab a hoe, I'll show you some shit
That'll make your eyes explode out ya skull, 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, send ten shows burn
Whats left is a muthafuckin' in the alley
Franks is the shit on the grand finale

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

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

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

My shit to yo ass, I see, O, for my mob status 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 Twista 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 while Nitty the facts in the grand finale

Yeah, 'lil nigga, been once for you bitches
Y'all can't Legit Ballers
And when you thought it was over
in here doin' danger

The Nitty, you know, I'm comin' off like a gangsta
Disrespectin' the mob, I bang ya, and everyday
Situation when I was caught by, fuck a car, I do a walk by
When the G to the AME, whole fuckin' familys greivin'
'Cause if I some I gotta burn 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 addicted to what the dick did
The pleasure and pain, the wing ding
niggas two to the head
Boy, you can't mess wit a mad and hard

Fool, I'm a straight low broke
'Cause I be a balla, shot 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 gang bangin' bitch nigga catch a cap
Not easy but my nine to kill wit
Especially if you poppin'
The N I to the T
my dogs on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale

Yeah, that shit was
Last but not least Twista up in
The of the style 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 back T-O is in the back, so if it you giggle
I figure you it's petty but to me its kinda tilly
Tell 'em what? I'm 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 second for me to pop off my
'Cuse I'm the tiggy-tiggy Twista nigga what have
On out of the pick but I was Twista to the formula
It's cold 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 Roller
The Bigger Gun Holder, so I be when a nigga role up

Ever compete wit Elites much less beef, it's like
You comin' on my tip wit no heat, smile
When the Twistas in the '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 Elites on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale

Yeah, how real muthafuckin' ballers
Lay it down nigga, now it's time to run
All the muthafuckas that made 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
Turtle Banks, that nigga Beam, the mobstas 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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