Luyện nghe bài hát Bennie Franks

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

I'ma money making soldier 'cause I give no fuck, the world is mine
You stepping gages grenades and land mines so hand mine
If you was around nigga you probably ban
Off the loado watching out for the popping at the po po
99 brinks truck candy apple sitting on

Them niggas 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 top of the mess
Check Tom disrespect Tom Teflon 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 who trying 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 street baller, on

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 niggas ballers boy
Thats the money making soldiers bringing all the
Ain't nothing on ya block but them toys
Riding tinted out real straps hoes

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

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

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

212 of degrees wrecking impostor emcee's chop 'em off at the knees
to face with 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
Come on ya all do do it to Tillman or a Ben Jagger

'Cause its that nigga from the capital double L-L
the noise shit we bound to burn them boys
Although he's a guy and when the drought 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 double N I E

a joint we completed niggas ballers boy
Thats the money making soldiers all the noise
Ain't nothing on ya but them vocaling toys
Riding tinted out real straps hoes

B E N I E Franks
Who want to come test me now
The game is over officially 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 ballers and twist
I axe ya off, who can I trust hits ya
Who can I bust I fiend for put beans on fast got singers as jack
I told ya save shit for last

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

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

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

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