Luyện nghe bài hát Rinky Dink / Whatever Ho

[DJ
Yeah you muthafuckin'
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 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, Tech 9's, any gun bitch
Evergreen gats have got cowards 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 Rolex watch, and a knot, and a glock
9 o'clock clock like to slang 'cause I be hustlin' weight and
We gon' put a end to you hoes and you hatin'

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

Black:]
Killin' shit
Bitches shit
Niggaz shit
in a ditch
How many niggaz done that shit
About the fuckin' Pat, Thug Posse ya bitch
gon' talk, bitches gon' start
Muthafuckaz gonna get they bodies in a
All I want is
Muthafuckaz
Get down on knees
Gimme all cash

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

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

[MC
Alot of niggaz talk shit and end up gettin' the wig split
MC Mack, the nigga 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 back now now drop it off
Shoot a soaker in a minute don't you give a fuck about another 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 colder
Won't you come a little nigga, you won't be rollin' our

Socialists up actin' servin' sevens
Have 'em in suspended, in the middle
Started rivalries
Homies swithin', actin'
But if you with family ties, we leave you triple
That there know his gun a missle, Lord don't flash on him, only man
ain't
Erasin' ample businesses all in the name of the
Suckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for three
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 goin' down,
dreams baby, Rock-a-bye baby
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 you an't forget 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry, and sorry ain't nothin' but
I know bitches out there lovin' me, 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 to get my point across
Ridin' in your 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 with us, we prepared to
Caught that niggaz slippin' at his place, shot him in his
Now I race, from the scenery, on greenery
Know I got a temper but you tricks wanna be to me
It's the weak, to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
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, killaz catchin' drinks, cathin' 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