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 Silk the Shocker, no limit

Nigga nigga I'ma rida, ride G's
And keys overseas by the three's
Keep an eye on my
Snoop and in da back of the Lac
With that AKs limosine with 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 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
playa hatas into a mother fucking memory

So 'em up if you a soldier
And Snoop Dogg pass tha fucking dosha
I know you mother fucking me
C-murder ain't gonna die, 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 about
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm never got slippin', my heat on the dash

Now how many you know that can fuck around
And die and come
Then get hooked up with the one label and rap, like that?
Shit I be duplicated but I'm highly playa hated
And I reinstated and I thank God that I finally made it

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

I hang out with niggas like Silk and C-Murder
Tru niggas, do like you niggas
Ghetto ass, lower class hesitate 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 up in your fuckin' throat
Takin' all your dough and your gold and your
big Snoop Dogg ain't no mother fucking rap star

See gangsta and you are not
And you a and I rock
I'm draped in my army fatigues blowing on 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 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 personal tru you see all about respect
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm got slippin', keep my heat on the dash

Now look at murda, murda, murda and kill, kill, kill
Shit's real, stay strapped with capped, do get
And mama always told me if you ain't 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, show me
'Cuz when I make music thugs, I make moves
Told you I was out hard I was coming out large
Seen this guy Van I bring the pain 'em
coming out stars

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

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

Do what ya think
For this bitch I stay quick and work
And I got no limit scattered on my fucking
why I do so much dirt

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 slippin', keep my heat on the dash

Kill, kill,