Luyện nghe bài hát Rinky Dink / Whatever Ho

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

Get one of these gold on the wall before you talk some old
muthafuckin'
Bitch, it's whatever
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
gats have got these cowards on the run bitch
Kill 'em like convicts
they hear them guns click
Doped up like a (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You could me in the same hood, on the fuckin' same block
With a pearl Rolex watch, and a knot, and a
9 clock nigga like to slang 'cause I be hustlin' weight and
We gon' put a end to you and you niggaz hatin'

[Lord
I'ma be every piece of skrilla cheese out here I can make
I'ma every fuckin' bitch, fatalities that I can bring
I'ma millie my pillie but killie, everything 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, House, yes it gets ill
So, all y'all listen closely don't you forget
Y'all wouldn't, Y'all never be with out us bitch
forget

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

Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, just watch back
Cause still we chillin' Pat
Straped with them
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
gone bad, for you niggaz claimin' killaz
Automatic triggaz pullin' drillin' holes inside liver
How you figure, I was gon' let you talk 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
claimin' they got nuts
You don't know these
Specialize in notes
Specialize in hoes
Niggaz this is serious, I can't play no games no
Niggaz curious, but I think they know the score
Bitches know the Hypnotize medallion what click you claim
Hold it up strong, only those, who stay real, or maintain', in game

[MC
of niggaz talk 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 mouth and get your ass off
Watch me put my ski mask on, a gat back now trick now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a minute don't you give a about another nigga
if he's speakin' use counter attack
Rollin' 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 suspended, in the middle
rivalries civil
Homies swithin', fickle
But if you fuck family ties, we leave you triple
That nigga there know his gun a missle, Lord don't 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 won't be over, 'til your pops
Away the gravity, stand and point your a Tech and see him drop

Boo:]
Yeah I know, I
Down, down, baby down, down
Sweet dreams baby, 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 nigga you an't forget 'em, 'em
Because you sorry, and sorry nothin' but venom
I know bitches out there me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin' me
Fuckin' me ain't the 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 hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets
Tossin' me a berries pack, now I'm tossin' you some
with my congregation, and we smokin' on marijuana
If you wanna go to war with us, we prepared to
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 tricks wanna be to me
It's the weak, told to tell 'em, Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, to tell 'em, how he just got lnocked of his toes
You should know, that we rollin' deep, like a train
Kiss the floor, don't be dumb cause I don't explain
I maintain, killaz drinks, Project cathin' cappers
Shootin' at your lane, they be catching vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, for y'all
Boy I keep a big gun, you want none