Luyện nghe bài hát Rinky Dink / Whatever Ho

[DJ
you muthafuckin' hoes
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
muthafuckin'
Bitch, whatever nigga
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, 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 a muthafucka (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You could catch me in the same hood, on the same block
With a pearl Rolex watch, and a knot, and a
9 o'clock clock nigga like to slang 'cause I be weight and
We gon' put a end to you and you niggaz hatin'

Infamous:]
I'ma be every fuckin' piece of skrilla cheese out I can make
I'ma every fuckin' bitch, fatalities that I can bring
I'ma millie my but killie, killin' everything that I wanna kill
You weak ass niggaz don't want Lord Infamous from Parkway to get ill
Long from the norm, we get dumb a bomb, with the guns you bitches 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 be shit with out us bitch
forget

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

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

[DJ
Killin', buckin', up in Gunfire
rickin' off the walls, nigga this is Warfare
Suckaz they got nuts
You don't know these
Specialize in notes
in nappy hoes
Niggaz this is serious, I can't play no games no
Niggaz actin' curious, but I think know the score
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 that shit and end up gettin' the wig split
MC Mack, the nigga known for smackin', jackin', Cracker Jacks
Busta ass nigga, run you mouth and get ass blowed off
Watch me put my ski mask on, come a gat now trick now drop it off
Shoot a soaker in a minute don't you give a fuck about another nigga
if he's speakin' use counter attack
Rollin' like a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga a bitch, you crump,
you no busta
Ain't no love lost off in my heart, no place colder
you come a little closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our

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

[Gangsta
Yeah I know, I
Down, down, baby down, down
dreams baby, Rock-a-bye baby
Niggaz wanna run up, we be the Tech and
Be at ya we comin', and I bitch, I bet ya, I bet ya
You hit 'em, but nigga you an't forget 'em, forget 'em
you sorry, and sorry ain't nothin' but venom
I know bitches out lovin' 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, on you hoes to get my point across
in your hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets toss
Tossin' me a pack, now I'm tossin' you some dramma
Ridin' with my congregation, and we on marijuana
If you go to war with us, we prepared to bust
that niggaz slippin' at his place, shot him in his face
Now I race, from the scenery, on greenery
Know I got a temper but you wanna be mean to me
It's the weak, to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to tell 'em, how he got lnocked of his toes
You should know, that we rollin' deep, like a train
Kiss the floor, don't be lookin' dumb I don't explain
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, Project cathin'
Shootin' at muthafuckin' lane, they be catching vapors
Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for y'all
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't none