Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nut'in Personal

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

Nigga nigga 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
With AKs limosine tint with a infra-red

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

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

So 'em up if you a soldier
And Snoop Dogg pass tha mother fucking
I you mother fucking feel me
C-murder ain't gonna die, till a 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 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', my heat on the dash

Now how many niggaz you know that can 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 niggas, just to get one mack
I'm that young nigga that put gangsta rap on the map
He never craps, only deuces
I mix that Moet, white star with them juices

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

Can you imagin' if I was broke? Shit I be bustin' no raps
I'd have my strap up in your fuckin' 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 army fatigues blowing on green
In the Navigator and the heat for them paper hatas

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,
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

Now at murda, murda, murda and this kill, kill, kill
Shit's real, strapped with capped, do get pealed
And always 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
'Cuz I'ma mother fucking fool, uh, show me
'Cuz I make music with thugs, I make moves
you I was coming out hard I was coming out large
Seen this guy named Van I the pain 'em
Everybody coming out

See now me, C, and in da coupe
Conversatin' about
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 on bail, it's cool

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

Do ya think bitch
For this 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 tru you see it's all about respect
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm never slippin', keep my heat on the dash

Kill, kill,