Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nut'in Personal

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

Nigga I'ma rida, ride with 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 gonna die tonight
That's why I smoke weed get high
I'ma no limit soldier with tru in blood
I to jail for years, for movin' bundles a drugs

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 Snoop Dogg pass tha mother dosha
I you mother fucking feel me
C-murder ain't gonna die, till a bitch 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 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 niggaz you know that can fuck around
And die and back?
Then get hooked up with the number one label and rap, that?
I can't be duplicated but I'm highly playa hated
And I been reinstated and I thank God I finally made it

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

I out with real niggas like Silk and C-Murder
Tru niggas, do like 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 broke? Shit I be bustin' no raps
I'd have my strap running up in fuckin' throat
Takin' all dough and your gold and your cars
'Cuz big Snoop Dogg ain't no mother fucking rap

See gangsta and you are not
And you a sucka and I
I'm in my army fatigues blowing on green trees
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 respect
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm never got slippin', keep my on the dash

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 on the dash

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

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

See now me, C, and in da coupe
about loop
I told niggas rap shit isn't bad, I '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 shit on bail, cool

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

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

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

Kill, kill,