Luyện nghe bài hát Rinky Dink / Whatever Ho

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

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

[Lord
I'ma be every fuckin' piece of cheese 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 wanna
You weak ass niggaz don't want Lord Infamous South 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 listen don't you ever forget
Y'all wouldn't, Y'all never be shit out us bitch
Don't

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

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

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

[MC
Alot of niggaz talk that shit and end up gettin' the wig
It's MC Mack, the known for smackin', jackin', Cracker Jacks
Busta ass nigga, run you and get your 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 fuck about nigga
if he's speakin' use counter attack
Rollin' like a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga a bitch, you crump,
you ain't no
Ain't no love lost off in my heart, there's no place
Won't you a little closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our

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

[Gangsta
Yeah I know, I
Down, down, baby down, down
Sweet dreams baby, baby
wanna 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 nothin' but venom
I know out there lovin' me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin' me
me ain't 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 your hood and let the muthafuckin' 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 with us, we 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, told to 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, to tell 'em, how he just 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, killaz catchin' drinks, Project cappers
Shootin' at your lane, they be catching vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for
Boy I a big gun, you don't want none