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 gold plaques on the wall before you talk some old
muthafuckin'
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, Tech 9's, any gun bitch
Evergreen have got these cowards on the run bitch
Kill 'em like they
they hear them guns 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 o'clock clock nigga like to 'cause I be hustlin' weight and
We gon' put a end to you hoes and you niggaz

Infamous:]
I'ma be every fuckin' piece of skrilla cheese out I can make
break every fuckin' bitch, fatalities that I can bring
I'ma millie my pillie but killie, killin' everything that I 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 you ever forget
Y'all wouldn't, Y'all never be shit out us bitch
forget

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

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

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

[MC
Alot of niggaz talk that shit and end up gettin' the wig
It's MC Mack, the nigga for smackin', jackin', Cracker Jacks
Busta ass nigga, run you mouth and get your ass off
me put my ski mask on, come a gat back now trick now drop it off
Shoot a super in a minute don't you give a fuck about another nigga
if he's use your counter attack
Rollin' like a nigga smack a like a nigga smack a bitch, you crump,
you no busta
no love lost off in my heart, there's no place colder
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
Started rivalries
swithin', actin' 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 for three rocks
Bangin' the hit stops, it won't be over, 'til heat pops
Away from the gravity, stand and point your a and see him drop

Boo:]
Yeah I know, I
Down, down, baby goin' down,
Sweet dreams baby, Rock-a-bye
Niggaz wanna run up, we be the Tech 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 ain't nothin' but venom
I bitches out there lovin' me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin' me
Fuckin' me ain't the story 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 niggaz slippin' at his place, shot him in his face
Now I race, the scenery, blowin' on greenery
Know I got a but you tricks wanna be mean to me
It's the weak, told to tell 'em, Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to tell 'em, how he got lnocked of his toes
You should know, we rollin' deep, hittin' like a train
Kiss the floor, be lookin' dumb cause I don't explain
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, cathin' cappers
Shootin' at your muthafuckin' lane, they be vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, for y'all
Boy I keep a big gun, you want none