Luyện nghe bài hát Personal

I a phone call about a neighbor
Daylight time seven o'clock at night
Three-way
40-Water member, cousin

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

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

Not like that, not my
way to sharp
Guess again, you know your homie
Your best

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 cover team, I hooked up my

Oh, what it seems, some fools get some and trip
stick they ass in the air just like a bitch
Now whats the definition of
A punk ass that sit down when 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 with
And every I look around I'm fonkin'
I strap on it, now there's work to do
Blood on my hand, I a life or two

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

I put this on my folks, it nothin' but a call
I for the beats or paper, cars, skank and all
(Dog)
Down for the cause, just like I'm 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 dippin'
Why you at me silly hoe
I'm makin' moves, clockin' dough
Suga T, nice, from Vallejo

Oh, oh up like Freddy
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, life no rehearsal
Personal, this is why I

Here come slow it down mossey on the passenger side
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 give a fuck
We'll dump on you when you your lady
Known to be vicious, a nigga 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 around with the quietest nigga and he went nuts
See I den fucked around and been in shoot since the age twelve

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

I could give a about you intended cops
That's what my told 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 niggas that stick in they chest
We the heat
The garlic hollow tips with the
Bulletproof ski
they ass like the task

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

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

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