Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

I a phone call about a neighbor
Daylight savings time seven at night
Three-way
40-Water family member,

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

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

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

What I do, me you wouldn't 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, it seems, some fools get some paper and trip
They stick they ass in the air just a bitch
Now the definition of bitch
A ass bitch that sit down when he piss

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

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

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

I put this on my folks, it takes nothin' but a
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 about 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, nice, from Vallejo

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

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

murder for hire ain't no thang
Water splittin'
the pain
When niggas get out of and get to actin' kinda shady

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

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

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

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

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

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

On whole team
For sellin' of cream
You got
That's why personals, bitch

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