Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

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

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

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

Not like that, not my
way to sharp
Guess again, you know your so-called
best friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why you up in draws, can't no you can't go dippin'
Why you lookin at me hoe
'Cause I'm makin' moves, clockin'
Suga T, supa nice, from

Oh, oh broken up like
When you really see me in my teddy
(Teddy)
I got my machete, y'all ain't
(Ready)

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

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

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

Niggas give 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 window kisses

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

Shot my house up on day
And damn near my first born and my sister
You gotta more
To play more that's what told me

I could give a fuck about you intended
what my daddy told me
I put that on my only son, my other
You fuck with me, I gone make body bleed

We got some funk with these niggas that stick in they chest
We the heat
The hollow tips with the vest
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 to snitch

On your whole
For sellin' of cream
You got
why it's personals, bitch

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