Luyện nghe bài hát Rinky Dink / Whatever Ho

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

Get one of these plaques on the wall before you talk some old
muthafuckin'
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, Tech 9's, any gun bitch
Evergreen gats have got these cowards on the run
Kill 'em like they
Know they hear them click
Doped up like a (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 nigga like to slang 'cause I be hustlin' weight and
We gon' put a end to you hoes and you niggaz

[Lord
I'ma be every fuckin' piece of skrilla cheese out here I can
I'ma break every fuckin' bitch, fatalities that I can
I'ma millie my pillie but killie, killin' everything that I kill
You weak ass niggaz don't want Infamous from South Parkway to get ill
from the norm, we get dumb with 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 never be shit out us bitch
Don't

Black:]
Killin' ain't
ain't shit
Niggaz ain't
Bodies in a
How many niggaz done talked that
About the Project fuckin' Pat, Thug Posse ya
Niggaz gon' talk, gon' start
Muthafuckaz gonna get they in a trunk
All I want is
Muthafuckaz
Get on your knees
Gimme all your

Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, watch your back
still we chillin' with 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 shit, cause boy, it's gonna
get
Situation's gone bad, for you niggaz claimin'
Automatic pullin' drillin' holes inside your liver
How you figure, I was gon' let you that shit and peep these streets
Sayin' "That ScanMan boy's a bitch" know them throw lights out in my

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

[MC
Alot of niggaz that shit and end up gettin' the wig split
It's MC Mack, the nigga known for smackin', jackin', Cracker
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
a super soaker in a minute don't you give a fuck about another nigga
if speakin' use your counter attack
Rollin' like a nigga 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 little closer nigga, you be rollin' our

Socialists up actin' miss servin'
Have 'em in jail suspended, in the
rivalries civil
Homies swithin', fickle
But if you with family ties, we leave you triple
That there know his gun a missle, Lord don't flash on him, only man
chival
Erasin' ample businesses all in the of the T-Rock
eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for three rocks
Bangin' the hit stops, it won't be over, 'til 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, Rock-a-bye
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 you an't forget 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry, and sorry nothin' but venom
I bitches 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, bustin' on you hoes to get my across
Ridin' in your and let the muthafuckin' bullets toss
Tossin' me a berries pack, now I'm tossin' you some
with 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, him in his face
Now I race, the scenery, blowin' on greenery
Know I got a temper but you tricks wanna be to me
It's the weak, to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to tell 'em, how he just got lnocked of his
You should know, that we rollin' deep, like a train
Kiss the floor, don't be lookin' dumb cause I don't
I maintain, killaz drinks, Project cathin' cappers
Shootin' at your muthafuckin' lane, they be vapors
Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for y'all
Boy I a big gun, you don't want none