Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

I a phone call about a neighbor
Daylight time seven o'clock at night
conversation
40-Water family member,

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

Shit what the fuck is goin' on around
Dude 'nem got paper 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 wanna 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 fools get some and trip
They they ass in the air just like a bitch
Now whats the definition of
A punk ass bitch that sit down he piss

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

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

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

I put this on my folks, it nothin' but a call
I jack for the beats or paper, cars, and all
(Dog)
for the cause, just like 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 skinny
Why you lookin at me hoe
'Cause I'm makin' moves, dough
Suga T, supa nice, 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, life no rehearsal
Personal, this is what I for
Personal, ain't no rehearsal
Personal, this is why I

Here they come slow it down mossey on the passenger
Wit a hundred and fifty rounds
That'll lay 'em
See we from the

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

Niggas don't give a
dump on you when you with your lady
Known to be vicious, a nigga will break your
Get out the AK out the window blowin'

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

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

I could a fuck about you intended cops
That's what my told me
I put that on my son, my other seeds
You fuck me, I gone make your body bleed

We got some funk these niggas that can't stick in they chest
We the heat
The garlic hollow with the vest
Bulletproof ski
Raid they ass 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 sellin' of cream
You got
That's why personals, bitch

Personal, life no rehearsal
Personal, this is I jack for
Personal, life no rehearsal
Personal, this is why I