Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nut'in Personal

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

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

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

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

So 'em up if you a soldier
And Snoop pass tha mother 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 nut'in personal tru you see 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 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 playa
And I been reinstated and I thank God that I finally it

Fated many niggas, to get one mack
Remember I'm that young that put gangsta rap on the map
He never craps, five deuces
I mix that Moet, white star them orange juices

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

Can you imagin' if I was broke? Shit I wouldn't be bustin' no
I'd have my strap running up in your throat
all your dough and your 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 keep the heat for them paper

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
Ain't nut'in personal tru you see 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 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 datted on my and my stomach
'Cuz I'ma mother fucking fool, uh, show me
'Cuz when I music with thugs, I make moves
Told you I was coming out I was coming out large
Seen this guy Van I bring the pain 'em
Everybody coming out

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

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

Do what ya think
For this tank bitch I quick and work
And I got no limit scattered on my fucking
why I do so much dirt

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 caught slippin', my heat on the dash

Kill, kill,