Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

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

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

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

Not like that, not my
way to sharp
Guess again, you your so-called homie
best 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 common
To cover team, I hooked up my

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

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

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

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

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

Why you up in draws, no you can't go skinny dippin'
Why you at me silly hoe
I'm makin' moves, clockin' dough
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 no rehearsal
Personal, is what I jack for
Personal, ain't no rehearsal
Personal, this is why I

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

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

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

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

Shot my house up on day
And damn near killed my first and my sister
You make more
To more that's what they told me

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

We got some funk with these niggas that stick in they chest
We the heat
The hollow tips with the vest
Bulletproof ski
Raid they ass the task

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

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

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