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 the Shocker, no limit biatch

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

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

So 'em up if you a soldier
And Snoop Dogg pass tha fucking dosha
I know you fucking feel me
C-murder gonna die, till a bitch nigga kill me

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
Ain't nut'in 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 never got slippin', keep my on the dash

Now how many you know that can fuck around
And die and come
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 young nigga that put gangsta rap on the map
He craps, only five deuces
I mix that Moet, white star with them juices

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

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

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

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 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 look at murda, murda, and this kill, kill, kill
Shit's real, stay strapped capped, do get pealed
And mama always told me if you ain't down to 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 with thugs, I moves
Told you I was coming out hard I was out large
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 'bout raising hell and makin' mail
You a trip I told you I was doing this on bail, it's cool

Back up nigga, can't that shit like drugs
And see I'ma nigga, I'm hang like a nigga
Bang shit like it was crips and bloods
Now deal weed nigga up in my fatigue can't hold me down
Don't even 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 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 caught slippin', keep my heat on the dash

Kill, kill,