Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nut'in Personal

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

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

fucker gonna die tonight
That's why I smoke weed get tonight
no limit soldier 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 ain't be no strangers
I'ma tank till I'm history
Making hatas into a mother fucking memory

So throw 'em up if you a
And Dogg pass tha mother fucking dosha
I know you fucking 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 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 many niggaz you know that can around
And die and back?
Then get hooked up with the one label and rap, like that?
Shit I can't be but I'm highly playa hated
And I been reinstated and I thank God that I made it

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

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

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

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

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

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

No limit on my back and my stomach
'Cuz I'ma mother fucking fool, uh, show me
'Cuz I make music with thugs, I make moves
Told you I was out hard I was coming out large
this guy named Van I bring the pain '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 raising 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 gonna like a nigga
Bang that shit like it was and bloods
Now weed nigga strapped up in my fatigue can't hold me down
Don't even trip my nigga if you a soldier now

Do ya think bitch
For this tank bitch I stay 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 personal tru you see all about respect
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm never caught slippin', my heat on the dash

Kill, kill,