Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nut'in Personal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 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 strapped capped, do get pealed
And mama always me if you ain't down to ride with God
Down to die with God you ain't no fucking soldier

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

See now me, C, and Snoop in da
Conversatin' about
I told niggas rap shit isn't bad, I blast 'em I ask 'em, I shoot
Just a young nigga 'bout hell and makin' mail
You a I told 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 deal 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 stay and work
And I got no limit scattered on my forehead
why I do so much dirt

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

Kill, kill,