Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Finale

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

Picture a niggas that's raw, amber his ass
And we'll say is what we saw, muthafuckas, I slaughter
Blow 'em out the water, Legit, that's
My styles as lethal as a bitch that's found with gettin' loose
Nigga, before you get sprain wit hot shit
While you run, I pop shit, yo ghetto ain't no harder mine

Fuck that block shit, you manage them thangs
The takin' and born in the range
Battle the and bang, I hold my gun up high
Screamin', "Fuck 'em all" then I get in as like cholesterol
I got the game down like Alcatraz and if you escape
You betta ass, 'cause when I catch ya physically and mentally

I yo ass on the block, that's the penalty
Put 'em in the hot grab a hoe, I'll show you some shit
That'll your eyes explode out ya skull, 'cause bein' odd
On the block is a no, niggas, know that I could go off
And show off, and off the law, turn, send 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, my turn to buss
And make weak muthafuckas to dust
And if you you die in the streets of Chi
It's deep drive by my fly in the seat
Them niggas ballin' mufuckas fakin'
of facin' Legit Ballers at ya crib waitin'

And now you shakin', call the to come chase me
I make them punk buckle up for safety
A bitch, a pickle, a chicken, a clique, niggas is
For skits and they scourges, now I'm pimpin' the pain
'Cause I'm urgin' and rearrangin' your face like a surgeon
Lyrics layin' wit a four that's I be fuck settin' every 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 always hittin' the front
For what? 'Cause we so cold and when we enter the car
Niggas cluthcin' they hoes, so it, fall wit dust
And get snatched while bustes the facts in the grand finale

Yeah, 'lil nigga, it's been once for you
can't touch Legit Ballers
And just when you it was over
T-Nitty in here doin'

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

Fuckin' them bitches and then I 'em boo-hooin', why?
'Cause they addicted to the dick did
The pleasure and pain, the wing inflicted
niggas two to the head
Boy, you can't wit a mad and hard head

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

While I'm still gang bitch nigga catch a cap
Not easy but my nine 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 Twista up in here
The orignator of the style all y'all been biten
And to you how it's done, gun

Swingin', singin' my raw was through rap to the
back T-O is in the back, so if it makes you giggle
I you thinks it's petty but to me its kinda tilly
'em what? I'm makin' fetty, trippin off the man
Though we buzzin' while I'm thuggin', get
And the way I be bustin' pistols and hustlin'

take second for me to pop off my nine
'Cuse I'm the tiggy-tiggy Twista nigga what have
On out of the but I was harder Twista to the formula
It's cold 'cause we smokin' on dro
So when you take a listen, you wonder who I'm dissin'
leave without permission, the Baller-T aka The Swisher Roller
The Bigger Gun Holder, so I be when a nigga role up

compete wit Mobster Elites much less beef, it's like
You on my tip wit no heat, never smile
When the 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, gang
Wit Mobsta Elites on the Grand Finale

Yeah, how real muthafuckin' ballers
Lay it down nigga, now it's time to run
All the muthafuckas that made this shit here
My Jag, my nigga Big Ed, Big Fud
Charlemagne, Calla One, The Engineer

KX, and these all the niggas from Legit Ballin'
Ty-Nitty, Franks, Miss Cane, Dark side
Turtle Banks, that nigga High Beam, the mobstas Liff and
Chine bangin' the beats, Toxic, my nigga Twista
And the rest of the whole Legit family, ya dig?

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