Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

I gets a phone call a neighbor
Daylight savings time seven at night
Three-way
40-Water family member,

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

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

Not that, not my sa-hid-nab
They way to
again, you know your so-called homie
Your best

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

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

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

All this shit I gotta deal
And every time I look around I'm
When I strap on it, now work to do
Blood on my hand, I a life or two

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

I put this on my folks, it takes but a call
I jack for the beats or paper, cars, 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, can't no you can't go skinny
Why you lookin at me hoe
I'm makin' moves, clockin' dough
Suga T, supa nice, Vallejo

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

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

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

Where murder for hire no thang
Water splittin'
Bring the
When niggas get out of line and get to kinda shady

Niggas give a fuck
We'll dump on you when you your lady
Known to be vicious, a will break your dishes
Get out the AK out the window blowin'

You den fucked around with some
Hill siders, on chests and guts
Oh, how you fuck around with the quietest nigga and he nuts
See I den fucked around and been in shoot outs the age twelve

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

I could give a fuck you intended cops
what my daddy told me
I put that on my only son, my seeds
You fuck with me, I gone make your bleed

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

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

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

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