Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nut'in Personal

Kill, kill,
How many you got on your mother fuckin' pay roll nigga?
Snoop Dogg, and Silk the Shocker, no limit biatch

Nigga nigga I'ma rida, ride G's
And keys overseas by the three's
an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silk in da of the Lac
that AKs limosine tint with a infra-red

Mother fucker die tonight
That's why I weed get high tonight
I'ma no limit with tru dated in blood
I went to jail for years, for movin' bundles a

Murda murda, kill, if you put me in danger
I ain't on and ain't be needin' no strangers
I'ma representer till I'm history
Making playa hatas into a mother memory

So throw 'em up if you a
And Dogg pass tha mother fucking dosha
I know you mother fucking me
C-murder ain't die, till a bitch nigga kill me

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
Ain't nut'in personal tru you see all about respect
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm got slippin', keep my heat on the dash

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
nut'in personal tru you see it's all about respect
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm never got slippin', keep my heat on the

Now how many niggaz you know that can around
And die and come
Then get hooked up with the number one and rap, like that?
Shit I can't be but I'm highly playa hated
And I been reinstated and I thank God I finally made it

many niggas, just to get one mack
Remember I'm that young that put gangsta rap on the map
He never craps, only deuces
I mix that Moet, star with them orange juices

I out with real niggas like Silk and C-Murder
Tru niggas, do niggas like you
Ghetto ass, lower class hesitate to blast
And I'm so serious about my hustlin' gots to have my

Can you imagin' if I was broke? Shit I be bustin' no raps
I'd my strap running up in your fuckin' throat
Takin' all your and your gold and your cars
'Cuz big Snoop Dogg no mother fucking rap star

See I'ma and you are not
And you a sucka and I
I'm draped in my army fatigues blowing on green
In the and keep the heat for them paper hatas

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all about
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm never got slippin', my heat on the dash

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all about
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm never got slippin', keep my on the dash

Now look at murda, murda, murda and this kill, kill,
Shit's real, stay strapped capped, do get pealed
And mama told me if you ain't down to ride with God
Down to die with God you ain't no mother fucking

No limit on my back and my stomach
'Cuz mother fucking fool, uh, show me love
'Cuz when I make music with thugs, I make
Told you I was coming out hard I was out large
Seen guy named Van I bring the pain 'em
Everybody out stars

See now me, C, and Snoop in da
Conversatin' about
I told niggas rap shit bad, I blast 'em 'fore I ask 'em, I shoot
Just a young nigga 'bout raising and makin' mail
You a trip I told you I was doing this on bail, it's cool

Back up nigga, can't flame that shit like
And see I'ma nigga, I'm gonna hang a nigga
that shit like it was crips and bloods
Now deal weed nigga up in my fatigue can't hold me down
Don't even my nigga Snoop if you a soldier now

Do ya think bitch
For this tank bitch I stay quick and
And I got no limit on my fucking forehead
That's why I do so much

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all about
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm caught slippin', keep my heat on the dash

Kill, kill,