Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

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

Dude did you my card?
When did you it?
Yesterday, should've there by now
9-4-5-9-1 Vallejo, California box 9-4-5-9-1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I put this on my folks, it takes nothin' but a
I jack for the beats or paper, cars, and all
(Dog)
for the cause, just like I'm down 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 at me silly hoe
'Cause I'm makin' moves, dough
Suga T, supa nice, from

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shot my up on graduation day
And damn near killed my first 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 on my only son, my other seeds
You with me, I gone make your body bleed

We got some funk with these that can't stick in they chest
We the heat
The garlic hollow with the vest
ski mask
Raid they ass the task

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

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

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