Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nut'in Personal

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

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

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

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 playa into a mother fucking memory

So throw 'em up if you a
And Snoop Dogg pass tha mother fucking
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 respect
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm never got slippin', my heat on the dash

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 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 God that I finally made it

many niggas, just to get one mack
Remember I'm that nigga that put gangsta rap on the map
He craps, only five deuces
I mix that Moet, white star with them orange

I hang out with niggas like Silk and C-Murder
Tru niggas, do niggas like you
Ghetto ass, lower class hesitate to blast
And I'm so serious my hustlin' 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 dough and your 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 keep the heat for them hatas

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

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', my heat on the dash

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

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

See now me, C, and in da coupe
Conversatin' about
I told niggas rap shit bad, I blast 'em 'fore I ask 'em, I shoot
Just a young nigga 'bout raising hell and makin'
You a trip I told you I was doing this shit on bail, cool

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

Do what ya think
For this tank bitch I stay and work
And I got no limit scattered on my fucking
That's why I do so much

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