Luyện nghe bài hát Rinky Dink / Whatever Ho

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

Get one of these gold plaques on the before you talk some old
shit
Bitch, whatever 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, 9's, any kinda gun bitch
Evergreen gats got these cowards on the run bitch
Kill 'em like they
Know they hear them guns
Doped up a muthafucka (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You could me in the same hood, on the fuckin' same block
a pearl Rolex watch, and a knot, and a glock
9 o'clock clock like to slang 'cause I be hustlin' weight and
We put a end to you hoes and you niggaz hatin'

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

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

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

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

[MC
Alot of niggaz that shit and end up gettin' the wig split
It's MC Mack, the nigga 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 now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a minute don't you give a fuck another nigga
if he's speakin' use your attack
like a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga smack a bitch, you crump,
you no busta
Ain't no lost off in my heart, there's no place colder
you come a little closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our

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

[Gangsta
I know, I know
Down, down, baby down, down
Sweet dreams baby, Rock-a-bye
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 nigga you forget 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry, and sorry nothin' but venom
I know bitches out there lovin' me, niggaz got 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 to get my point across
in your hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets toss
Tossin' me a berries pack, now I'm tossin' you some
Ridin' with my congregation, and we smokin' on
If you go to war with us, we prepared to bust
Caught that niggaz slippin' at his place, him in his face
Now I race, from the scenery, on greenery
Know I got a but you tricks wanna be mean to me
the weak, told to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, to tell '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 explain
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, Project cathin'
Shootin' at muthafuckin' lane, they be catching vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't none