Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nut'in Personal

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

Nigga nigga I'ma rida, 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 tint a infra-red

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

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

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

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

Now how many 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 but I'm highly playa hated
And I been reinstated and I thank God that I made it

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

I hang out with real niggas Silk and C-Murder
Tru niggas, do niggas like you
Ghetto ass, lower class hesitate to blast
And I'm so serious about my hustlin' 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 gold and your cars
'Cuz big Snoop Dogg no mother fucking rap star

See gangsta and you are not
And you a sucka and I
I'm draped in my army fatigues on green trees
In the Navigator and keep the for them paper 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 got slippin', keep 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 on the dash

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

No datted on my back and my stomach
'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 out large
Seen this guy named Van I the pain 'em
coming out stars

See now me, C, and in da coupe
Conversatin' about
I told niggas rap isn't bad, I blast 'em 'fore I ask 'em, I shoot
Just a young nigga raising hell and makin' mail
You a trip I told you I was doing this shit on bail, cool

Back up nigga, can't that shit like drugs
And see I'ma nigga, I'm gonna hang a nigga
Bang that shit like it was and bloods
Now deal weed strapped 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 quick and work
And I got no scattered 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,