Luyện nghe bài hát Rinky Dink / Whatever Ho

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

Get one of these gold plaques on the wall before you talk old
shit
Bitch, whatever nigga
We in this muthafucka for the 9-9, 9's to your 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 these on the run bitch
Kill 'em they convicts
Know hear them guns click
Doped up like a (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You could me in the same hood, on the fuckin' same block
With a pearl Rolex watch, and a knot, and a
9 o'clock clock nigga like to slang 'cause I be hustlin' and
We gon' put a end to you hoes and you niggaz

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

[Cruchy
ain't shit
Bitches shit
ain't shit
Bodies in a
How many niggaz done talked shit
About the Project fuckin' Pat, Thug ya bitch
gon' talk, bitches gon' start
Muthafuckaz gonna get bodies in a trunk
All I want is
have
Get down on your
Gimme all your

Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, watch your back
still we chillin' with Pat
Straped with gats
Be ready to
All you hatin' ass niggaz that jump, yo punk what's up
You better come up real with your muthatfuckin' shit, boy, it's gonna
get
Situation's bad, for you niggaz claimin' killaz
Automatic triggaz pullin' drillin' holes inside liver
How you figure, I was gon' let you talk that 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, this is Warfare
Suckaz they got nuts
You don't know these
Specialize in notes
Specialize in nappy
Niggaz is serious, I can't play no games no more
Niggaz actin' curious, but I think know the score
Bitches know the Hypnotize medallion show click you claim
Hold it up strong, only those, who stay real, or maintain', in game

[MC
Alot of niggaz talk that 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 now trick now drop it off
Shoot a super in a minute don't you give a fuck about another nigga
if speakin' use your counter attack
Rollin' like a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga a bitch, you crump,
you no busta
Ain't no lost off in my heart, there's no place colder
Won't you a little closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our

Socialists up actin' miss servin'
Have 'em in suspended, in the middle
rivalries civil
Homies swithin', fickle
But if you fuck with family ties, we leave you
That nigga know his gun a missle, Lord don't flash on him, only man
chival
Erasin' ample businesses all in the name of the
Suckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for rocks
the hit stops, it won't be over, 'til your heat pops
Away from the gravity, stand and your a Tech and see him drop

Boo:]
Yeah I know, I
Down, down, baby down, down
Sweet dreams baby, Rock-a-bye
Niggaz wanna run up, we be flexin' the and
Be at ya we comin', and I bitch, I bet ya, I bet ya
You wanna hit 'em, but nigga you an't 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry, and sorry ain't but venom
I know bitches out there lovin' me, niggaz got dreams of me
Fuckin' me ain't the story fuck you up more than me

[DJ
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[Project
Alot of gunfire, bustin' on you to get my point across
in your hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets toss
Tossin' me a pack, now I'm tossin' you some dramma
Ridin' with my congregation, and we 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, blowin' on
I got a temper but you tricks wanna be mean to me
It's the weak, to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to tell 'em, how he just got lnocked of his
You should know, that we 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 muthafuckin' lane, they be catching vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't want