Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nut'in Personal

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

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

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

Murda murda, kill, if you put me in danger
I trippin' on and ain't be needin' 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 feel me
C-murder ain't die, till a bitch nigga kill me

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,
nut'in personal tru you see it's all about respect
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm never got slippin', keep my heat on the

Now how many you know that can fuck around
And die and come
Then get hooked up with the number one and rap, like that?
Shit I can't be duplicated but I'm highly hated
And I reinstated and I thank God that I finally made it

Fated many niggas, to get one mack
Remember I'm that 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 like you niggas
Ghetto ass, lower class never to blast
And I'm so serious about my hustlin' gots to have my

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

See gangsta and you are not
And you a and I rock
I'm draped in my army fatigues blowing on green
In the Navigator and keep the heat for 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 it's all about
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm got slippin', keep my heat on the dash

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

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

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

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

Do what ya bitch
For this tank bitch I quick and work
And I got no scattered on my fucking forehead
That's why I do so much

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all about
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm caught slippin', keep my heat on the dash

Kill, kill,