Luyện nghe bài hát Bennie Franks

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

I'ma making soldier 'cause I don't give no fuck, the world 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 popping at the po po
99 brinks truck apple sitting on normols

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

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

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

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

Now it don't get no than this
Mr. Obysis come on my style a twist
I'm out the
Checking ya style is too close for

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

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

212 of them degrees wrecking 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 cage right
on ya all do wanna do it to Tillman or a Ben Jagger

'Cause its that from the 3-1-2 capital double L-L
Bring the shit we bound to burn them boys
Although he's a nice guy and the drought is to 'em
I brought em
Come on rasta man tell 'em what the the hey

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

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

B E N I E Franks
Who want to come me now think
The game is over it's my time
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 and twist
I axe ya wrist off, who can I hits ya
Who can I bust I fiend for put beans on fast got singers as jack
I ya save that shit for last

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

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

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

It's a we completed niggas ballers boy
Thats the money making soldiers bringing all the
Ain't on ya block but them vocaling toys
Riding out real straps hoes galore