Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

I a phone call about a neighbor
savings time seven o'clock at night
Three-way
40-Water family member,

Dude did you receive my
did you send it?
Yesterday, should've there by now
9-4-5-9-1 Vallejo, mail box 9-4-5-9-1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I put on my folks, it takes nothin' but a call
I for the beats or paper, cars, skank and all
(Dog)
Down for the cause, just 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 dippin'
Why you lookin at me hoe
I'm makin' moves, clockin' dough
Suga T, supa nice, from

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

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

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

Where murder for ain't no thang
splittin' 'caine
Bring the
When get out of line and get to actin' kinda shady

Niggas give a fuck
dump on you when you with your lady
Known to be vicious, a nigga break your dishes
Get out the AK out the window kisses

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

Shot my up on graduation day
And damn near my first born and my sister
You make more
To more that's what they told me

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

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

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

On your whole
For ounces of cream
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