Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nut'in Personal

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

Nigga I'ma rida, ride with G's
And ship 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 gonna die
That's why I smoke weed get tonight
no limit soldier 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 trippin' on and ain't be no strangers
I'ma tank till I'm history
Making playa hatas a mother fucking memory

So throw 'em up if you a
And Snoop Dogg pass tha fucking dosha
I you mother fucking feel 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 it's all respect
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm got slippin', keep my heat on the dash

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

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

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

I hang out with real like Silk and C-Murder
Tru niggas, do niggas you niggas
Ghetto ass, lower class never hesitate to
And I'm so about my hustlin' gots to have my cash

Can you imagin' if I was broke? Shit I wouldn't be bustin' no
I'd have my strap running up in fuckin' throat
Takin' all your dough and gold and your cars
'Cuz big Snoop Dogg ain't no fucking rap star

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

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

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

No datted on my back and my stomach
'Cuz I'ma mother fool, uh, show me love
'Cuz when I make music with thugs, I moves
Told you I was coming out hard I was coming out
Seen this guy Van I bring the pain 'em
coming out stars

See now me, C, and in da coupe
Conversatin' loop
I told niggas rap isn't bad, I blast 'em 'fore I ask 'em, I shoot
Just a nigga 'bout raising hell and makin' mail
You a trip I you I was doing this shit on bail, it's cool

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

Do ya think bitch
For this tank bitch I quick and work
And I got no scattered on my fucking forehead
why I do so much dirt

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 caught slippin', keep my heat on the

Kill, kill,