Luyện nghe bài hát Rinky Dink / Whatever Ho

[DJ
Yeah you hoes
Y'all know the muthafuckin' dead Hypnotize Camp and Profit Posse in

Get one of these gold plaques on the wall before you some old
muthafuckin'
Bitch, it's whatever
We in this muthafucka for the 9-9, 9's to head ho
(Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya, Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya)

J:]
Glock 9's, Tech 9's, any kinda gun
Evergreen gats have got cowards on the run bitch
Kill 'em like convicts
Know they hear them guns
up like a muthafucka (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You could me in the same hood, on the fuckin' same block
a pearl Rolex watch, and a knot, and a glock
9 o'clock clock nigga like to 'cause I be hustlin' weight and
We gon' put a end to you hoes and you niggaz

Infamous:]
I'ma be every fuckin' piece of skrilla cheese out here I can
I'ma break fuckin' bitch, fatalities that I can bring
millie my pillie but killie, killin' everything that I wanna kill
You weak ass niggaz don't want Lord Infamous South Parkway to get ill
Long from the norm, we get dumb with a bomb, with the you bitches y'all
get steel
Scarecrow, Club House, yes it ill
So, all y'all listen don't you ever forget
Y'all wouldn't, Y'all never be shit out us bitch
forget

[Cruchy
Killin' shit
Bitches ain't
ain't shit
Bodies in a
How many niggaz done talked that
the Project fuckin' Pat, Thug Posse ya bitch
Niggaz gon' talk, bitches start
gonna get they bodies in a trunk
All I is cash
have
Get down on knees
Gimme all cash

Whoa, muthafucka yourself, just watch your back
still we chillin' with Pat
Straped with them
Be to attack
All you hatin' ass niggaz wanna jump, yo punk what's up
You better come up real with your muthatfuckin' shit, cause boy, it's
get
Situation's gone bad, for you claimin' killaz
Automatic pullin' drillin' holes inside your liver
How you figure, I was gon' let you talk shit and peep these streets
Sayin' "That boy's a bitch" know watch them throw lights out in my

[DJ
Killin', buckin', up in Gunfire
Bullets rickin' off the walls, nigga this is
claimin' they got nuts
You don't know these
Specialize in takin'
Specialize in hoes
Niggaz is serious, I can't play no games no more
Niggaz actin' curious, but I think they know the
Bitches know the Hypnotize medallion show what you claim
Hold it up strong, only those, who real, or maintain', in this game

[MC
Alot of talk that shit and end up gettin' the wig split
It's MC Mack, the known for smackin', jackin', Cracker Jacks
Busta ass nigga, run you mouth and get ass blowed off
Watch me put my ski mask on, come a gat back now trick now it off
Shoot a super soaker in a minute don't you give a about another nigga
if he's speakin' use counter attack
Rollin' like a nigga a nigga like a nigga smack a bitch, you crump,
you no busta
Ain't no love lost off in my heart, there's no place
Won't you come a closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our

Socialists up actin' miss servin'
'em in jail suspended, in the middle
Started civil
swithin', actin' fickle
But if you fuck with ties, we leave you triple
That nigga there know his gun a missle, Lord don't flash on him, man
ain't
Erasin' businesses all in the name of the T-Rock
Suckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for rocks
Bangin' the hit stops, it won't be over, 'til your heat
Away from the gravity, stand and point your a and see him drop

[Gangsta
I know, I know
Down, down, baby goin' down,
dreams baby, Rock-a-bye baby
Niggaz wanna run up, we be the Tech and
Be at ya we comin', and I bitch, I bet ya, I bet ya
You wanna hit 'em, but nigga you an't forget 'em, 'em
you sorry, and sorry ain't nothin' but venom
I know out there lovin' me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin' me
Fuckin' me ain't the story gon' fuck you up than me

[DJ
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[Project
of gunfire, bustin' on you hoes to get my point across
Ridin' in hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets toss
Tossin' me a berries pack, now I'm you some dramma
Ridin' with my congregation, and we on marijuana
If you go to war with us, we prepared to bust
Caught that slippin' at his place, shot him in his face
Now I race, from the scenery, blowin' on
Know I got a temper but you wanna be mean to me
It's the weak, told to 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, to tell 'em, how he just got lnocked of his toes
You should know, we rollin' deep, hittin' like a train
Kiss the floor, don't be lookin' dumb cause I explain
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, Project cappers
Shootin' at your muthafuckin' lane, they be catching
Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for y'all
Boy I keep a big gun, you want none