Luyện nghe bài hát Rinky Dink / Whatever Ho

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

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, 9's, any kinda gun bitch
gats have got these cowards on the run bitch
Kill 'em they convicts
Know hear them guns click
Doped up like a (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You could catch me in the same hood, on the fuckin' block
With a Rolex watch, and a knot, and a glock
9 o'clock nigga like to slang '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 cheese out here I can make
break every fuckin' bitch, fatalities that I can bring
I'ma millie my pillie but killie, killin' everything that I wanna
You weak ass niggaz want Lord Infamous 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, House, yes it gets ill
So, all y'all listen closely don't you ever
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 niggaz done talked shit
the Project fuckin' Pat, Thug Posse ya bitch
Niggaz gon' talk, bitches gon'
Muthafuckaz get they bodies in a trunk
All I is cash
have
Get down on knees
Gimme all cash

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

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

[MC
Alot of niggaz talk that shit and end up the wig split
It's MC Mack, the nigga for smackin', jackin', Cracker Jacks
Busta ass nigga, run you mouth and get your ass off
Watch me put my ski on, come a gat back now trick now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a minute don't you give a fuck about nigga
if he's speakin' use your counter
Rollin' like a nigga a nigga like a nigga smack a bitch, you crump,
you ain't no
Ain't no love lost off in my heart, there's no colder
you come a little closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our

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

[Gangsta
I know, I know
Down, down, baby down, down
dreams baby, Rock-a-bye 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 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry, and sorry ain't but venom
I know bitches out there lovin' me, niggaz got of fuckin' me
Fuckin' me ain't the story fuck you up more than me

[DJ
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[Project
of gunfire, bustin' on you hoes to get my point across
Ridin' in hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets toss
me a berries pack, now I'm tossin' you some dramma
Ridin' my congregation, and we smokin' on marijuana
If you wanna go to war with us, we prepared to
Caught that niggaz slippin' at his place, shot him in his
Now I race, from the scenery, on greenery
I got a temper but you tricks wanna be mean to me
It's the weak, to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to tell 'em, how he just got of his toes
You should know, that we rollin' deep, hittin' like a
the floor, don't be lookin' dumb cause I don't explain
I maintain, catchin' drinks, Project cathin' cappers
Shootin' at your muthafuckin' lane, be catching vapors
Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for y'all
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't none