Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nut'in Personal

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

Nigga nigga I'ma rida, with G's
And ship overseas by the three's
Keep an eye on my
Snoop and in da back of the Lac
With that AKs tint with a infra-red

Mother gonna die tonight
why I smoke weed get high tonight
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 trippin' on and ain't be needin' no strangers
I'ma tank representer till I'm
Making playa hatas into a mother fucking

So throw 'em up if you a
And Snoop pass tha mother fucking dosha
I know you fucking feel me
C-murder ain't gonna die, 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,
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 that can around
And die and back?
Then get up with the number one label and rap, like that?
Shit I be duplicated but I'm highly playa hated
And I been and I thank God that I finally made it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do what ya bitch
For tank bitch I stay quick and work
And I got no limit on my fucking forehead
That's why I do so dirt

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
Ain't personal 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,