Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

I a phone call about a neighbor
Daylight time seven o'clock at night
conversation
40-Water family member,

Dude did you my card?
did you send it?
Yesterday, been there by now
Vallejo, California mail box 9-4-5-9-1

Shit what the fuck is on around here
Dude 'nem got some work out on you
They talkin' about makin' your ass

Not like that, not my
They way to
Guess again, you your so-called homie
Your friend

What I do, me you wouldn't wanna know
For I did I opened up a drugstore
By all means, the was the common goal
To cover team, I hooked up my

Oh, what it seems, some get some paper and trip
They stick they ass in the air just a bitch
Now the definition of bitch
A punk ass bitch that sit down when he

Personal, life no rehearsal
Personal, this is I jack for
Personal, ain't no rehearsal
Personal, this is why I

All this I gotta deal with
And every time I around I'm fonkin'
When I strap on it, now there's to do
Blood on my hand, I a life or two

Laid 'em like a hog
Bucked a down at the mall
Semi-autos, macks, glock full
Quick to you to the mortuary, yeah

I put this on my folks, it takes nothin' but a
I jack for the or paper, cars, skank and all
(Dog)
for the cause, just like I'm down for a dog
Damn what you heard, all about what you saw

Why you up in draws, can't no you can't go skinny
Why you at me silly hoe
'Cause I'm makin' moves, clockin'
Suga T, nice, from Vallejo

Oh, oh up like Freddy
When you wanna see me in my teddy
(Teddy)
I got my machete, ain't ready
(Ready)

Personal, life ain't no
Personal, this is I jack for
Personal, ain't no rehearsal
Personal, this is why I

Here they slow it down mossey on the passenger side
Wit a hundred and fifty rounds
That'll lay 'em
See we the town

murder for hire ain't no thang
Water splittin'
the pain
When get out of line and get to actin' kinda shady

Niggas don't a fuck
We'll dump on you when you with lady
Known to be vicious, a nigga will break your
Get out the AK out the blowin' kisses

You den fucked around with riders
Hill siders, rippin' on chests and
Oh, how you fuck around the quietest nigga and he went nuts
See I den fucked around and in shoot outs since the age twelve

my house up on graduation day
And damn near my first born and my sister
You gotta more
To play more what they told me

I could give a fuck about you intended
That's what my told me
I put that on my only son, my seeds
You fuck with me, I gone your body bleed

We got some funk with niggas that can't stick in they chest
We chief the
The garlic hollow with the vest
ski mask
Raid they ass the task

Get the jewels and the cash and send they ass class
To a six foot
We off that bitch
And that's the same punk hoe that was ready to

On your team
For sellin' ounces of
You got
why it's personals, bitch

Personal, ain't no rehearsal
Personal, this is I jack for
Personal, ain't no rehearsal
Personal, is why I hustle