Luyện nghe bài hát Bennie Franks

I drop like who say mad ass
ammunition when I solve a blast ass I stash cash
Assassination Ras Kass
and 10 hut

I'ma money making soldier 'cause I don't give no fuck, the is mine
You stepping over gages grenades and land mines so mine
If you was around nigga you probably ban
Off the loado watching out for the rorrow at the po po
99 truck candy apple sitting on normols

Them niggas wanna see us come up
So fuck them marks for the legit for the world blow up
Its ain't no off shit I'm still top of the mess
Check Tom disrespect Tom Teflon through his chest and 'em for T

I'm rolling in my camouflage
Wing ding and white wands and now I ready to
on this who trying to whip the lyrical arsonist
Look learn and listen my baguette still

My nine shines its 6 past 6 so prime time
Who in they write mine trying to define rhyme
L E G I T
Give it up for them pistol pistol the knuckle baller, come on

B E double N I E
B E N I E Franks
B E double N I E
B E double N I E

It's a joint we niggas ballers boy
Thats the money making soldiers bringing all the
Ain't nothing on ya but them vocaling toys
Riding tinted out straps hoes galore

Now it get no deeper than this
Mr. Obysis come on my with a twist
I'm out the
Checking ya style is too close for

Put me to stand and nigga ya
If your all shit surrounding I'm
I strike like heaven on
I'm on a spree taking out all niggas sounding me like Andrew Cullonon

Y'all can go to a reawrike guiness on a one road
It's a sin to swallow all the witness now I'm by suspicion
I know shit got ya mind twisted so who I make concern
Tossing this shit like blind touching ya ass getting burned

212 of degrees wrecking impostor emcee's chop 'em off at the knees
Face to face your enemy, I'm G.I. to C H I C H, yo heffa
Fo fo go go em outta his a betta chose yo
The return of the funeral right
on ya all do wanna do it to Tillman or a Ben Jagger

'Cause its that nigga the 3-1-2 capital double L-L
Bring the noise we bound to burn them boys
Although he's a nice guy and when the is to 'em
I em pain
on rasta man tell 'em what the the thang hey

B E N I E Franks
B E N I E Franks
B E double N I E
B E N I E Franks

It's a joint we niggas ballers boy
Thats the making soldiers bringing all the noise
Ain't nothing on ya but them vocaling toys
Riding out real straps hoes galore

B E double N I E
Who want to come test me now
The game is over it's officially my
You fuck around nigga and get ya label down

Who niggas try to diss and made a clip but they miss
Y'all shouldn't a let me tangle legit ballers and
I axe ya off, who can I trust hits ya
Who can I bust I for cash put beans on fast got singers as jack
I told ya save shit for last

Guard ya I'm fucking up opponents and challengers
Shoulda charged ya stamina comes the
Watch me ya, we mash and bang with mask and thang
Get jacked ya name reclaim the game and blast ya fame
You say the war is on bring it I you, come back to my city nigga

B E N I E Franks
B E N I E Franks
B E double N I E
B E double N I E

It's a joint we completed ballers boy
Thats the money making bringing all the noise
Ain't nothing on ya block but them toys
Riding tinted out real hoes galore

It's a joint we niggas ballers boy
Thats the money making bringing all the noise
nothing on ya block but them vocaling toys
Riding tinted out straps hoes galore