Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nut'in Personal

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

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

Mother fucker gonna die
That's why I weed get high tonight
I'ma no soldier with tru dated in blood
I went to jail for years, for bundles a drugs

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

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

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', my heat 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 on the dash

Now how many you know that can fuck around
And die and come
Then get hooked up with the number one label and rap, 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 niggas, just to get one mack
Remember I'm that nigga that put gangsta rap on the map
He craps, only five deuces
I mix Moet, white star with them orange juices

I hang out with real niggas like Silk and
Tru niggas, do niggas you niggas
Ghetto ass, lower class hesitate to blast
And I'm so about my hustlin' gots to have my cash

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

See I'ma and you are not
And you a sucka and I
I'm draped in my fatigues blowing on green trees
In the Navigator and keep the heat for them paper

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 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 never got slippin', keep my on the dash

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

No limit on my back and my stomach
'Cuz I'ma mother fool, uh, show me love
'Cuz when I music with thugs, I make moves
you I was coming out hard I was coming out large
Seen this guy named Van I the pain 'em
Everybody coming out

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

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

Do what ya bitch
For this tank bitch I stay quick and
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 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,