Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nuttin' Personal

Kill kill

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

Nigga I'ma rida
Ride G's
And ship over seas by the three's
Keep an eye on my
Snoop and
In da of the Lac
that AK
In da tint, with a infer-red
Mother gonna die tonight
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 murda, kill
If you put me in
I trippin noo
No niggaz no strangers
I'ma representer till im history
Making playa hatas into a fucking memory
So up if you a soldier
And Snoop pass tha mother fucking dolja
I know you mother feel me
C-murder aint die, till a bitch nigga kill me

x2]


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


Im never got
Keep my heat on the

Now, how many niggaz you that can fuck around
And die and back
They get hooked up with the one rap label
And rap, like
Shit I can't be
But I'm highly playa
And I reinstated
And I thank god that I made it
Fated many niggas, to get one back
im that young nigga
That put rap on the map
Never craps, only duices
Mix that moet, white star, with orange juices
I hang out with real
Like Silkk and
TRU niggas, do
Like you
Ghetto ass, lower
Never hesitate to
And im so serious my hustlin
Gots to my cash
Can you imagin if I was
Shit I wouldn't be no raps
Id have my strap, running up in door
Takin all your dough and gold and your cars
'cause big Dogg, Aint no mother 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
on green trees
In the navigator, and the heat for them playa hatas

x2]

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