Luyện nghe bài hát Rinky Dink / Whatever Ho

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

Get one of gold plaques on the wall before you talk some old
shit
Bitch, whatever nigga
We in this muthafucka for the 9-9, 9's to 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 these on the run bitch
Kill 'em like they
Know they hear guns click
Doped up 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 nigga like to slang 'cause I be weight and
We put a end to you hoes and you niggaz hatin'

Infamous:]
I'ma be every fuckin' piece of skrilla cheese out I can make
I'ma break 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 dumb with a bomb, the guns you bitches y'all
get steel
Scarecrow, Club House, yes it ill
So, all y'all closely don't you ever forget
Y'all wouldn't, never be shit with out us bitch
forget

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

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

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

[MC
Alot of niggaz talk that and end up gettin' the wig split
It's MC Mack, the nigga known for smackin', jackin', Jacks
ass nigga, run you mouth and get your ass blowed off
Watch me put my ski mask on, come a gat back now trick now it off
Shoot a super in a minute don't you give a fuck about another nigga
if speakin' use your counter attack
Rollin' like a smack a nigga like 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 closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our

Socialists up actin' miss servin'
'em in jail suspended, in the middle
Started rivalries
Homies swithin', actin'
But if you fuck with family ties, we leave you
That nigga there know his gun a missle, don't flash on him, only man
chival
Erasin' ample businesses all in the name of the
Suckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get for three rocks
Bangin' the hit stops, it be over, 'til your heat pops
Away the gravity, stand and point your a Tech and see him drop

[Gangsta
Yeah I know, I
Down, down, baby down, down
Sweet dreams baby, 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 you an't forget 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry, and ain't nothin' but venom
I know 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 hoes to get my across
Ridin' in your hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets
Tossin' me a berries pack, now I'm tossin' you dramma
Ridin' my congregation, and we smokin' on marijuana
If you wanna go to war with us, we prepared to
Caught niggaz slippin' at his place, shot him in his face
Now I race, the scenery, blowin' on greenery
I got a temper but you tricks wanna be mean to me
It's the weak, told to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he
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, don't be dumb cause I don't 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 want