Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nut'in Personal

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

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

Mother fucker die tonight
That's why I smoke get high tonight
no limit soldier with tru dated in blood
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 representer I'm history
Making playa hatas into a fucking memory

So throw 'em up if you a
And Snoop pass tha mother fucking dosha
I you mother fucking feel me
C-murder ain't die, till a bitch nigga kill me

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
Ain't 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 personal tru you see it's all about respect
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm never got slippin', keep my on the dash

Now how many niggaz you know that can around
And die and come
Then get hooked up with the number one and rap, like that?
I can't be duplicated 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 deuces
I mix that Moet, star with them orange juices

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

Can you imagin' if I was broke? Shit I 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 fucking rap star

See I'ma 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 them 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', keep my heat on the

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, 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 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 thugs, I make moves
Told you I was coming out hard I was out large
Seen this guy named Van I bring the '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 I ask 'em, I shoot
Just a young nigga 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 flame that shit like
And see I'ma nigga, I'm gonna like a nigga
Bang that shit like it was crips and
Now deal weed nigga strapped up in my can't hold me down
Don't even my nigga Snoop if you a soldier now

Do what ya bitch
For this tank bitch I stay 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 all about respect
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm caught slippin', keep my heat on the dash

Kill, kill,