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 wall before you some old
shit
Bitch, it's 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
gats have got these cowards on the run bitch
Kill 'em like they
Know they hear them click
up like 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 like to slang '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' 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
best get
Scarecrow, House, yes it gets ill
So, all listen closely don't you ever forget
wouldn't, Y'all never be shit with out us bitch
Don't

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

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

[DJ
Killin', buckin', up in Gunfire
Bullets off the walls, nigga this is Warfare
Suckaz claimin' got nuts
You don't know these
in takin' notes
Specialize in nappy
this is serious, I can't play no games no more
Niggaz actin' curious, but I think they know the
Bitches know the Hypnotize medallion show 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 nigga known for smackin', jackin', Jacks
Busta ass nigga, run you mouth and get ass blowed off
Watch me put my ski mask on, a gat back now trick now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a don't you give a fuck about another nigga
if he's speakin' use your counter
Rollin' like a nigga smack a nigga a nigga smack a bitch, you crump,
you no busta
Ain't no love off in my heart, there's no place colder
Won't you come a little closer nigga, you 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, don't flash on him, only man
chival
Erasin' ample all in the name of the T-Rock
eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for three rocks
Bangin' the hit stops, it be over, 'til your heat pops
Away from the gravity, stand and point a Tech and see him drop

[Gangsta
Yeah I know, I
Down, down, baby down, down
Sweet baby, Rock-a-bye 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 nigga you an't 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry, and sorry ain't nothin' but
I bitches out there lovin' me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin' me
Fuckin' me ain't the story gon' fuck you up 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 berries pack, now I'm tossin' you some
Ridin' my congregation, and we smokin' on marijuana
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 temper but you tricks wanna be to me
It's the weak, told to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he
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, be lookin' dumb cause I don't explain
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, Project cappers
Shootin' at your lane, they be catching vapors
Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for y'all
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't none