Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nut'in Personal

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

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

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

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

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

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
Ain't personal tru you see it's 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 on the dash

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

Fated many niggas, to get one mack
Remember I'm that young nigga that put 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 you niggas
Ghetto ass, lower class never hesitate to
And I'm so serious my hustlin' gots to have my cash

Can you imagin' if I was Shit I wouldn't be bustin' no raps
I'd have my strap running up in your fuckin'
Takin' all your dough and your gold and your
'Cuz big Snoop ain't 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 on green trees
In the Navigator and the heat for them paper hatas

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

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

Now look at murda, murda, murda and this kill, kill,
real, stay strapped with 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 fucking soldier

No limit datted on my and my stomach
'Cuz I'ma mother 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
this guy named Van I bring the pain 'em
Everybody out stars

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

up nigga, can't flame that shit like drugs
And see I'ma nigga, I'm hang like a nigga
Bang that 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 quick and work
And I got no limit on my fucking forehead
why I do so much dirt

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

Kill, kill,