Luyện nghe bài hát Rinky Dink / Whatever Ho

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

Get one of these plaques on the wall before you talk some old
shit
Bitch, it's whatever
We in this muthafucka for the 9-9, 9's to your ho
(Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya, Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya)

J:]
Glock 9's, 9's, any kinda gun bitch
Evergreen gats have got these on the run bitch
Kill 'em like they
Know they hear them click
up like a muthafucka (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You catch 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'

Infamous:]
I'ma be fuckin' piece of skrilla cheese out here I can make
I'ma break fuckin' bitch, fatalities that I can bring
I'ma millie my pillie but killie, everything that I wanna kill
You weak ass niggaz don't want Lord from South Parkway to get ill
Long from the norm, we get dumb with a bomb, with the guns you y'all
best get
Scarecrow, Club House, yes it ill
So, all y'all listen closely don't you forget
Y'all wouldn't, Y'all never be shit with out us
forget

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

Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, just your back
Cause still we with Pat
with them gats
Be to attack
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 bad, for you niggaz claimin' killaz
Automatic pullin' drillin' holes inside your liver
How you figure, I was let you talk that shit and peep these 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, nigga this is
Suckaz claimin' got nuts
You don't these elephants
in takin' notes
Specialize in nappy
Niggaz this is serious, I can't no games no more
Niggaz actin' curious, but I they know the score
Bitches know the Hypnotize medallion show what click you
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
ass nigga, run you mouth and get your ass blowed off
Watch me put my ski mask on, come a gat now trick now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a minute don't you give a fuck about another
if he's use your counter attack
like a nigga smack a nigga 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 come a closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our

Socialists up miss servin' sevens
Have 'em in jail suspended, in the
rivalries civil
Homies swithin', fickle
But if you fuck with family ties, we leave you
That nigga there know his gun a missle, Lord don't flash on him, man
chival
Erasin' businesses all in the name of the T-Rock
Suckaz eat pot, D, and get punished for three rocks
the hit stops, it won't be over, 'til your heat pops
Away from the gravity, stand and point your a Tech and see him

Boo:]
Yeah I know, I
Down, down, baby goin' down,
Sweet dreams baby, baby
Niggaz 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 forget 'em, 'em
you sorry, and sorry ain't nothin' but venom
I know bitches out there lovin' me, got dreams of fuckin' me
Fuckin' me ain't the story gon' fuck you up than me

[DJ
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[Project
of gunfire, bustin' on you hoes to get my point across
Ridin' in your hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets
me a berries pack, now I'm tossin' you some dramma
Ridin' with my congregation, and we smokin' on
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, the scenery, blowin' on greenery
Know I got a temper but you tricks be mean to me
It's the weak, told to 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to tell 'em, how he just got of his toes
You know, that we rollin' deep, hittin' like a train
Kiss the floor, don't be lookin' cause I don't explain
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, 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