Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nut'in Personal

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

Nigga I'ma rida, ride with G's
And ship overseas 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 gonna die tonight
That's why I smoke weed get tonight
I'ma no limit with tru dated in blood
I went to for years, for movin' bundles a drugs

Murda murda, kill, kill if you put me in
I ain't trippin' on and ain't be needin' no
I'ma tank representer I'm history
Making 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 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 got slippin', keep my heat 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 heat on the

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

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

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

Can you imagin' if I was broke? Shit I wouldn't be bustin' no
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 fatigues blowing on green trees
In the and keep the heat for them paper hatas

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', my heat 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', 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 told me if you ain't down to ride with God
Down to die God you ain't no mother fucking soldier

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

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

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

Do what ya bitch
For tank bitch I stay 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 all about respect
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm never slippin', keep my heat on the dash

Kill, kill,