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 receive my
did you send it?
Yesterday, been there by now
Vallejo, California mail box 9-4-5-9-1

Shit what the fuck is goin' on here
Dude 'nem got some work out on you
talkin' about makin' your ass disappear

Not like that, not my
They way to
again, you know your so-called homie
Your friend

What I do, believe me you wanna know
For what I did I opened up a
By all means, the was the common goal
To team, I hooked up my fellows

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, oh up like Freddy
you really wanna see me in my teddy
(Teddy)
I got my machete, y'all ready
(Ready)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On whole team
For ounces of cream
You got
why it's personals, bitch

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