Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nut'in Personal

Kill, kill,
How many killas you got on your mother fuckin' pay roll
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
Snoop and in da back of the Lac
that AKs limosine tint with a infra-red

Mother fucker die tonight
That's why I smoke 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
I'ma tank till I'm history
Making playa hatas into a mother memory

So 'em up if you a soldier
And Snoop Dogg pass tha mother dosha
I know you mother fucking 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 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 never got slippin', keep my on the dash

Now how many niggaz you know that can fuck
And die and back?
Then get hooked up with the one label and rap, like that?
Shit I can't be duplicated but I'm highly playa
And I been reinstated and I thank God that I made it

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

I hang out real niggas 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? I wouldn't be bustin' no raps
I'd have my running up in your fuckin' throat
Takin' all your and your gold and your cars
'Cuz big Snoop Dogg ain't no mother 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 Navigator and keep the heat for them hatas

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

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', my heat on the dash

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

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 make
Told you I was coming out hard I was coming out
Seen this guy named Van I 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 this shit on bail, it's

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

Do what ya think
For this tank bitch I stay quick and
And I got no scattered on my fucking 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 never slippin', keep my heat on the dash

Kill, kill,