Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nuttin' Personal

Kill kill

How many you got on your mother fuckin pay roll nigga?
Snoop Dogg, C-Murder, and the Shocker
No (biatch)

Nigga nigga rida
with G's
And ship keys over by the three's
an eye on my enemies
Snoop and
In da of the Lac
that AK
In da blue tint, with a
Mother fucker gonna die
why I smoke weed, get high tonight
'cause I'ma No Limit
TRU datted in blood
I went to jail for years, for movin, da drugs
murda, kill kill
If you put me in
I aint noo
No limit niggaz no
I'ma tank representer till im
Making hatas into a mother fucking memory
So throw'em up if you a
And Snoop pass tha mother fucking dolja
I know you mother feel me
C-murder aint gonna die, a bitch nigga kill me

x2]


Ain't nut'in tru
See it's all about


Im never got
Keep my on the dash

Now, how niggaz you know that can fuck around
And die and back
They get hooked up with the number one rap
And rap, that
Shit I can't be
But I'm highly playa
And I been
And I god that I finally made it
Fated niggas, just to get one back
im that young nigga
That put rap on the map
Never craps, five duices
Mix that moet, white star, with them orange
I hang out with niggas
Silkk and C-Murder
TRU niggas, do
Like you
Ghetto ass, class
hesitate to blast
And im so serious about my
Gots to have my
Can you if I was broke
Shit I be bustin no raps
Id have my strap, running up in your
Takin all dough and your gold and your cars
'cause big snoop Dogg, Aint no fucking rap star
See ima gangsta(gangsta) and you a notch(you a notch)
And you a sucka(bitch ass nigga), and I
Im draped in my army
Blowing on trees
In the navigator, and keep the heat for playa hatas

x2]

[Silkk the
Now at murda, murda, murda
And this kill, kill,
shits real
Stay and capped, to get pealed
And mama always me
If you aint down to with god
to die with god
You no mother fucking soldier
No limit on my back and my stomach
ima mother fucking fool
Uhhh, show me
'cause I make music with thugs, I make moves
im coming out hard
I was coming out
Seen guy named van
I the pain
Look everybody coming out
See now me, C, and in da coupe
In da thinking about loop
I told
Rap shit bad, I blast'em, So I ask'em, I shoot
a young nigga bout raising hell and makin mail
If you a
I you I was making this shit on bail (that's cool)
Back up nigga, cant flame that shit like
And see ima nigga, im gonna like a nigga
Bang that like it was crips and bloods
Now deal nigga
Strapped up in my
Cant hold me
Don't even trip my Snoop
If you a now
Do ya think bitch
For this bitch
I stay quick and
And I got No Limit scattered on my forehead
why I do so much dirt