Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

I gets a phone about a neighbor
Daylight savings time seven at night
Three-way
family member, cousin

Dude did you receive my
When did you it?
Yesterday, been 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 paper work out on you
They talkin' about makin' ass disappear

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

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

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

Personal, life ain't no
Personal, this is what I 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'
When I strap on it, now there's to do
Blood on my hand, I took a or two

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

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

Why you up in draws, can't no you go skinny dippin'
Why you lookin at me 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, y'all ain't
(Ready)

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

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

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

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

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

Shot my house up on day
And damn near killed my born and my sister
You make more
To play more that's what told me

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

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

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

On your whole
For sellin' of cream
You got
That's why it's personals,

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