Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nuttin' Personal

Kill kill

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

Nigga nigga I'ma
Ride G's
And ship keys over by the three's
Keep an eye on my
and Silkk
In da of the Lac
that AK
In da blue tint, a infer-red
Mother gonna die tonight
why I smoke weed, get high tonight
'cause No Limit soldier
TRU datted in blood
I went to jail for years, for movin, burnin da
Murda murda, kill
If you put me in
I aint noo
No limit no strangers
I'ma representer till im history
Making playa into a mother fucking memory
So up if you a soldier
And Snoop Dogg tha mother fucking dolja
I know you mother feel me
C-murder aint gonna die, a bitch nigga kill me

x2]


Ain't personal tru
See all about respect


Im got slippin
Keep my heat on the

Now, how many niggaz you that can fuck around
And die and come
They get up with the number one rap label
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 many niggas, just to get one
Remember im young nigga
That put rap on the map
Never craps, only duices
Mix that moet, white star, with them juices
I hang out real niggas
Like Silkk and
TRU niggas, do
Like you
Ghetto ass, class
hesitate to blast
And im so serious my hustlin
Gots to have my
Can you imagin if I was
Shit I be bustin no raps
Id my strap, running up in your door
Takin all your dough and your gold and cars
big snoop 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 in my army fatigue
Blowing on trees
In the navigator, and the heat for them playa hatas

x2]

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