Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nut'in Personal

Kill, kill,
How many killas you got on your mother fuckin' pay roll
Snoop Dogg, and Silk the Shocker, no limit biatch

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

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

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

So throw 'em up if you a
And Dogg pass tha mother fucking dosha
I know you fucking feel me
C-murder ain't gonna die, 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 got slippin', keep my heat on the dash

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

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

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

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

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 heat on the

Now look at murda, murda, murda and this kill, kill,
real, stay strapped with capped, do get pealed
And mama always 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 and my stomach
'Cuz I'ma mother fucking fool, uh, me love
'Cuz I make music with thugs, I make moves
Told you I was out hard I was coming out large
Seen this guy named Van I bring the 'em
coming out stars

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

Back up nigga, can't that shit like drugs
And see I'ma nigga, I'm gonna like a nigga
Bang that like it was crips and bloods
Now deal weed 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 this tank bitch I stay and work
And I got no scattered on my fucking forehead
That's why I do so 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,