Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nut'in Personal

Kill, kill,
How many you got on your mother fuckin' pay roll nigga?
Snoop Dogg, and Silk the Shocker, no limit biatch

nigga I'ma rida, ride with G's
And ship overseas by the three's
an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silk in da of the Lac
that AKs limosine tint with a infra-red

Mother fucker die tonight
That's why I smoke weed get tonight
I'ma no limit soldier with tru dated in
I to jail for years, for movin' bundles a drugs

Murda murda, kill, kill if you put me in
I ain't on and ain't be needin' no strangers
I'ma representer till I'm history
Making playa hatas into a mother memory

So 'em up if you a soldier
And Dogg pass tha mother fucking dosha
I know you mother feel me
C-murder ain't gonna die, till a bitch nigga me

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
Ain't nut'in tru you see it's all about respect
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm got slippin', keep my heat on the dash

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
Ain't nut'in tru you see it's all about respect
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm never got slippin', keep my on the dash

Now how many niggaz you know that can around
And die and come
Then get hooked up with the one label and rap, like that?
Shit I can't be duplicated but I'm highly hated
And I been reinstated and I God that I finally made it

Fated niggas, just to get one mack
Remember I'm that young nigga put gangsta rap on the map
He never craps, only five
I mix that Moet, white star with them orange

I hang out real niggas like Silk and C-Murder
Tru niggas, do niggas like you
Ghetto ass, lower class never to blast
And I'm so serious about my hustlin' gots to my cash

Can you imagin' if I was Shit I wouldn't be bustin' no raps
I'd have my running up in your fuckin' throat
Takin' all your dough and your gold and your
'Cuz big Snoop Dogg ain't no fucking rap star

See I'ma and you are not
And you a sucka and I
I'm in my army fatigues blowing on green trees
In the and keep the heat for them paper hatas

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all respect
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm never got slippin', keep my on the dash

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all about
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm never got slippin', keep my on the dash

Now look at murda, murda, and this kill, kill, kill
Shit's real, stay with capped, do get pealed
And mama always told me if you ain't down to with God
Down to die God you ain't no mother fucking soldier

No limit datted on my and my stomach
'Cuz I'ma fucking fool, uh, show me love
'Cuz when I make with thugs, I make moves
Told you I was out hard I was coming out large
Seen this guy Van I bring the pain 'em
Everybody out stars

See now me, C, and in da coupe
Conversatin' about
I told niggas rap shit isn't bad, I blast 'em I ask 'em, I shoot
Just a young nigga 'bout raising and makin' mail
You a trip I told you I was doing this shit on bail, it's

Back up nigga, flame that shit like drugs
And see nigga, I'm gonna hang like a nigga
Bang that shit it was crips and bloods
Now deal weed nigga strapped up in my fatigue hold me down
Don't even trip my Snoop if you a soldier now

Do what ya bitch
For this tank I stay quick and work
And I got no limit on my fucking forehead
That's why I do so much

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all about
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda,
I'm never slippin', keep my heat on the dash

Kill, kill,