Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

I gets a phone about a neighbor
Daylight savings time o'clock at night
conversation
40-Water member, cousin

Dude did you my card?
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 work out on you
talkin' about makin' your ass disappear

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

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 team, I hooked up my fellows

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

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

All this shit I gotta deal
And every I look around I'm fonkin'
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 nigga down at the
Semi-autos, macks, full lines
Quick to send you to the mortuary,

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

Why you up in draws, no you can't go skinny dippin'
Why you at me silly hoe
'Cause I'm makin' moves, dough
Suga T, nice, from Vallejo

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

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

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

Where murder for hire no thang
Water 'caine
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
to be vicious, a nigga will break your dishes
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

my house up on graduation day
And damn near my first born and my sister
You make more
To play more that's what they me

I give a fuck about you intended cops
That's what my daddy me
I put that on my only son, my seeds
You fuck with me, I gone your body bleed

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

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

On your team
For sellin' ounces of
You got
why it's personals, bitch

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