Luyện nghe bài hát Rinky Dink / Whatever Ho

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

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

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

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

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

Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, watch your back
Cause we chillin' with Pat
Straped them gats
Be to attack
All you hatin' ass that wanna jump, yo punk what's up
You better up real with your muthatfuckin' shit, cause boy, it's gonna
get
Situation's gone bad, for you claimin' killaz
Automatic triggaz pullin' drillin' holes 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 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 elephants
Specialize in notes
Specialize in hoes
Niggaz this is serious, I can't play no games no
Niggaz actin' curious, but I think they know the
Bitches know the Hypnotize medallion show click you claim
Hold it up strong, only those, who 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 known for smackin', jackin', Jacks
ass nigga, run you mouth and get your ass blowed off
Watch me put my ski mask on, come a gat now trick now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a don't you give a fuck about another nigga
if speakin' use your counter attack
like a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga smack a bitch, you crump,
you ain't no
Ain't no lost off in my heart, there's no place colder
Won't you come a little nigga, you won't be rollin' our

Socialists up actin' miss sevens
Have 'em in jail suspended, in the
Started civil
Homies swithin', actin'
But if you fuck with family ties, we you triple
That there know his gun a missle, Lord don't flash on him, only man
chival
Erasin' ample all in the name of the T-Rock
Suckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for three
Bangin' the hit stops, it won't be over, your heat pops
Away from the gravity, stand and point your a Tech and see him

Boo:]
Yeah I know, I
Down, down, baby down, down
Sweet baby, Rock-a-bye baby
Niggaz run up, we be flexin' the Tech and
Be at ya we comin', and I bitch, I bet ya, I bet ya
You wanna hit 'em, but you an't forget 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry, and sorry ain't but venom
I bitches 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 dramma
Ridin' my congregation, and we smokin' on marijuana
If you wanna go to war us, we prepared to bust
Caught that niggaz 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 tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he
Newspaper, told to tell 'em, how he got lnocked of his toes
You should know, that we rollin' deep, hittin' a train
Kiss the floor, be lookin' dumb cause I don't explain
I maintain, catchin' drinks, Project cathin' cappers
at your muthafuckin' lane, they be catching vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't none