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 Silk the Shocker, no limit

nigga I'ma rida, ride with G's
And ship keys 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 gonna die
That's why I smoke get high tonight
I'ma no soldier with tru dated 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 needin' no
tank representer till I'm history
Making playa into a mother fucking memory

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

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all about
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 got slippin', keep my heat on the dash

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

Fated niggas, just to get one mack
I'm that young nigga that put gangsta rap on the map
He never craps, only five
I mix that Moet, white with them orange juices

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

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

See I'ma and you are not
And you a and I rock
I'm draped in my army blowing on green trees
In the Navigator and 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 nut'in personal tru you see it's all about
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm never got slippin', keep my on the dash

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

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

See now me, C, and Snoop in da
Conversatin' about
I niggas rap shit 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, flame that shit like drugs
And see nigga, I'm gonna hang like a nigga
that shit like it was crips and bloods
Now deal weed nigga up in my fatigue can't hold me down
Don't even trip my nigga Snoop if you a now

Do what ya think
For this tank bitch I quick and work
And I got no limit scattered on my forehead
That's why I do so dirt

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

Kill, kill,