Luyện nghe bài hát Rinky Dink / Whatever Ho

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

Get one of these gold plaques on the wall you talk 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 gun bitch
Evergreen gats got these cowards on the run bitch
Kill 'em they convicts
Know they hear them guns
up like a muthafucka (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You could catch me in the hood, on the fuckin' same block
With a pearl Rolex watch, and a knot, and a
9 o'clock clock nigga like to 'cause I be hustlin' weight and
We gon' put a end to you hoes and you hatin'

Infamous:]
I'ma be every fuckin' piece of skrilla out here I can make
I'ma break every fuckin' bitch, fatalities that I can
I'ma millie my pillie but killie, everything that I wanna kill
You weak ass don't want Lord Infamous from South Parkway to get ill
Long from the norm, we get dumb a bomb, with the guns you bitches y'all
get steel
Scarecrow, Club House, yes it ill
So, all y'all closely don't you ever forget
Y'all wouldn't, Y'all be shit with out us bitch
Don't

Black:]
Killin' shit
ain't shit
Niggaz ain't
Bodies in a
How many niggaz talked that shit
About the Project Pat, Thug Posse ya bitch
Niggaz talk, bitches gon' start
gonna get they bodies in a trunk
All I is cash
have
Get down on your
all your cash

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

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

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

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

Boo:]
Yeah I know, I
Down, down, baby down, 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
Because you sorry, and sorry ain't nothin' but
I know out there lovin' me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin' me
Fuckin' me the story gon' fuck you up more than me

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