Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nut'in Personal

Kill, kill,
How many killas you got on your mother fuckin' pay nigga?
Snoop Dogg, C-Murder and 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
Snoop and in da back of the Lac
With that AKs limosine tint a infra-red

Mother gonna die tonight
That's why I smoke weed get high
no limit soldier with tru dated in blood
I went to for years, for movin' bundles a drugs

murda, kill, kill if you put me in danger
I ain't trippin' on and ain't be needin' no
I'ma representer till I'm history
Making playa into a mother fucking memory

So 'em up if you a soldier
And Dogg 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 nut'in personal tru you see it's all about
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm never got slippin', my heat 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 how many you know that can fuck around
And die and back?
Then get hooked up with the number one 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 young nigga that put gangsta rap on the map
He never craps, only five
I mix that Moet, star with them orange juices

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

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 your dough and your gold and your
'Cuz big Snoop Dogg ain't no mother fucking rap

See I'ma 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 personal tru you see it's all about
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm got slippin', keep my heat on the dash

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

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

See now me, C, and Snoop in da
about loop
I told rap shit isn't bad, I blast 'em 'fore I ask 'em, I shoot
a young nigga 'bout raising hell and makin' mail
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 hang like a nigga
Bang that shit like it was crips and
Now deal weed nigga strapped up in my fatigue can't me down
Don't trip my nigga Snoop if you a soldier now

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

Kill, kill,