Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

I gets a phone call a neighbor
Daylight savings time o'clock at night
conversation
40-Water family member,

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

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

Not that, not my sa-hid-nab
way to sharp
Guess again, you 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 scratch was the goal
To team, I hooked up my fellows

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

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

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

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

I put on my folks, it takes nothin' but a call
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, all about what you saw

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

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

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

they come 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 no thang
Water 'caine
Bring the
When get out of line and get to actin' kinda shady

Niggas give a fuck
We'll on you when you with your lady
Known to be vicious, a nigga break your dishes
Get out the AK out the window blowin'

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

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

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

We got some funk with niggas that can't stick in they chest
We chief the
The garlic tips with the vest
Bulletproof ski
Raid they ass like the

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

On your team
For ounces of cream
You got
That's why personals, bitch

Personal, life no rehearsal
Personal, is what I jack for
Personal, life no rehearsal
Personal, is why I hustle