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 before you talk some old
shit
Bitch, it's nigga
We in muthafucka for the 9-9, 9's to your head ho
(Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya, Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya)

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

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

[Cruchy
ain't shit
Bitches shit
Niggaz shit
in a ditch
How many niggaz talked that shit
About the Project Pat, Thug Posse ya bitch
Niggaz gon' talk, bitches gon'
Muthafuckaz gonna get they bodies in a
All I is cash
Muthafuckaz
Get down on your
Gimme all cash

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

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

[MC
Alot of niggaz talk that shit and end up the wig split
It's MC Mack, the nigga 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 now drop it off
Shoot a super in a minute don't you give a fuck about another nigga
if he's speakin' use your counter
Rollin' like a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga a bitch, you crump,
you no busta
Ain't no love 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 sevens
Have 'em in suspended, in the middle
Started rivalries
Homies swithin', fickle
But if you fuck with family ties, we leave you
That nigga there know his gun a missle, Lord don't flash on him, man
chival
Erasin' ample businesses all in the of the T-Rock
Suckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get for three rocks
Bangin' the hit stops, it won't be over, 'til your heat
Away from the gravity, stand and point 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 forget 'em, forget 'em
you sorry, and sorry ain't nothin' but venom
I know bitches out there lovin' me, 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 across
Ridin' in your 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 go to war with us, we prepared to bust
that niggaz slippin' at his place, shot him in his face
Now I race, the scenery, blowin' on greenery
Know I got a temper but you tricks be mean to me
It's the weak, told to 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to '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 don't
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, Project cathin'
Shootin' at your muthafuckin' lane, be catching vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't want