Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

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

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

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

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 what I did I up a drugstore
By all means, the scratch was the common
To team, I hooked 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 bitch that sit down when he

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

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

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

I put this on my folks, it takes nothin' but a
I for the beats 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 lookin at me hoe
'Cause I'm makin' moves, clockin'
Suga T, supa nice, Vallejo

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shot my house up on day
And damn near 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 on my only son, my other seeds
You fuck me, I gone make your body bleed

We got some funk with these niggas that 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 they ass first
To a six foot
We trippin' off that
And the same punk hoe that was ready to snitch

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

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