Luyện nghe bài hát Rinky Dink / Whatever Ho

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

Get one of these gold plaques on the wall before you talk 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 they convicts
Know they them guns click
Doped up a muthafucka (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You could catch me in the hood, on the fuckin' 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 fuckin' piece of skrilla cheese out here I can make
I'ma break every fuckin' bitch, 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 the norm, we get dumb with a bomb, with the guns you bitches y'all
get steel
Scarecrow, House, yes it gets ill
So, all listen closely don't you ever forget
Y'all wouldn't, Y'all never be with out us bitch
forget

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

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

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

[MC
Alot of niggaz talk shit 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, a gat back now trick now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a minute don't you give a fuck another nigga
if speakin' use your counter attack
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 closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our

Socialists up actin' miss sevens
'em in jail suspended, in the middle
Started civil
Homies swithin', actin'
But if you fuck with family ties, we leave you
nigga there know his gun a missle, Lord don't flash on him, only man
ain't
ample businesses all in the name of the T-Rock
Suckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get for three rocks
Bangin' the hit stops, it won't be over, 'til your heat
Away from the gravity, stand and point a Tech 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 wanna hit 'em, but nigga you an't 'em, forget 'em
you sorry, and sorry ain't nothin' but venom
I know 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, on you hoes to get my point across
Ridin' in your hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets
Tossin' me a berries pack, now I'm you some dramma
with my congregation, and we smokin' on marijuana
If you wanna go to war us, we prepared to bust
Caught that niggaz slippin' at his place, him in his face
Now I race, from the scenery, blowin' on
I got a temper but you tricks wanna be mean to me
It's the weak, told to tell 'em, Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to 'em, how he just got lnocked of his toes
You should know, that we rollin' deep, hittin' like a
Kiss the floor, don't be lookin' dumb cause I explain
I maintain, killaz drinks, Project cathin' cappers
Shootin' at your muthafuckin' lane, they be vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't want