Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nut'in Personal

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

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

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

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

So throw 'em up if you a
And Snoop pass tha mother fucking dosha
I know you fucking feel me
ain't gonna 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', my heat on the dash

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 but I'm highly playa 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 orange

I hang out with niggas like Silk and C-Murder
Tru niggas, do niggas you niggas
Ghetto ass, lower class hesitate to blast
And I'm so serious about my 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 gold and your cars
'Cuz big Dogg ain't no mother fucking rap star

See gangsta and you are not
And you a and I rock
I'm draped in my fatigues blowing on green trees
In the Navigator and the heat for them paper 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 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, murda and kill, kill, kill
Shit's real, stay strapped with capped, do get
And mama always told me if you ain't down to 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, show me
'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 the pain 'em
coming out stars

See now me, C, and in da coupe
about loop
I told niggas rap shit bad, I blast 'em 'fore I ask 'em, I shoot
Just a young nigga 'bout raising and makin' mail
You a trip I told you I was doing this shit on bail, cool

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

Do what ya think
For this tank I stay quick and work
And I got no limit 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 never caught slippin', keep my heat on the

Kill, kill,