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 Silk the Shocker, no limit

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

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

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

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

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

Now how many niggaz you know can fuck around
And die and come
Then get hooked up with the number one label and rap, like
Shit I 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 young nigga that put gangsta rap on the map
He craps, only five deuces
I mix that Moet, white star them orange juices

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

Can you imagin' if I was broke? Shit I wouldn't be no raps
I'd have my strap running up in your fuckin'
Takin' all your dough and your gold and 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 Navigator and keep the 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 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 at murda, murda, murda and this kill, kill, kill
real, stay strapped with capped, do get pealed
And always told me if you ain't down to ride with God
to die with God you ain't no mother fucking soldier

No limit on my back and my stomach
'Cuz mother fucking 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
Everybody out stars

See now me, C, and Snoop in da
about loop
I told niggas rap isn't bad, I blast 'em 'fore I ask 'em, I shoot
Just a young nigga raising hell 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 I'ma nigga, I'm gonna hang a nigga
Bang that like it was crips and bloods
Now weed nigga strapped up in my fatigue can't hold me down
Don't even trip my nigga Snoop if you a now

Do what ya bitch
For this tank bitch I stay 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 tru you see it's all about respect
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm never slippin', keep my heat on the dash

Kill, kill,