Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

I gets a phone call about a
Daylight savings time seven o'clock at
Three-way
40-Water member, cousin

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

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

Not that, not my sa-hid-nab
way to sharp
Guess again, you your so-called homie
Your friend

What I do, believe me you wanna know
For what I did I opened up a
By all means, the was the common goal
To team, I hooked up my fellows

Oh, it seems, some fools get some paper and trip
They they ass in the air just like a bitch
Now whats the of bitch
A punk ass bitch sit down when he piss

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

All this shit I gotta with
And time I look 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 nigga down at the
Semi-autos, macks, full lines
Quick to send you to the mortuary,

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

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

Oh, oh up like Freddy
When you really wanna see me in my
(Teddy)
I got my machete, y'all ready
(Ready)

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

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

Where for hire ain't no thang
Water 'caine
the pain
When niggas get out of and get to actin' kinda shady

don't give a fuck
We'll dump on you when you your lady
Known to be vicious, a nigga break your dishes
Get out the AK out the window blowin'

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

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

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

We got some funk these niggas that can't stick in they chest
We the heat
The garlic hollow tips with the
Bulletproof ski
Raid ass like the task

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

On whole team
For ounces of cream
You got
why it's personals, bitch

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