Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nut'in Personal

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

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

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

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

So 'em up if you a soldier
And Snoop Dogg pass tha mother dosha
I know you fucking feel 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 never got slippin', keep my heat on the

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

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

Fated many niggas, to get one mack
Remember I'm that young nigga that put rap on the map
He never craps, 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
Ghetto ass, lower class never hesitate to
And I'm so serious about my hustlin' gots to have my

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 dough and your gold and your cars
'Cuz big Snoop Dogg ain't no mother fucking rap

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 slippin', keep my heat on the dash

Kill, kill,