Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Personal

Man, they go and tell me
You know who your true friends until you ah umm
Both got a bit of money
I mean y'all both broke
there's no strain on the relationship, y'all both broke
And if you got and he ain't got no paper
He still needs you so you'll never how he really feel about you
When y'all get some paper, you'll see

We used to get money together, honies together
Pushin chromed out twinkies in coach leather
You it's all love, but nigga it's whatever
Cause this is business, it personal
Same dream, team, same schemes (mm)
We even sold to the damn fiends (how real is dat?)
Ain't no rules in this war for green
This is business, and it personal

Look, I'm a man dog
And I got time to be runnin behind y'all
I when I first started it was crazy to y'all
"He's gon' start his own label, he'll be able"
Well, nigga been wrong before
And be wrong again if you bet against him
We move through the hood identical twins
But it just so happen a nigga made it rappin
You your true colors, y'all niggaz stay yappin
That don't stop him, a weigh platinum
through the hood, to say what's happenin? (sup nigga)
Fake (uh-huh) fake whassup
Fake love, fake fuck, thugs
Gotta one myself for your shit, I raise up
Hop in my wheels and I peel, streets are up (uh-huh)
About my bid'ness dog, y'all need to up - one

We used to get together, phone honies together
Pushin out twinkies in custom coach leather
You claim it's all love, but it's whatever
Cause is business, it ain't personal
Same dream, same team, schemes
We even sold to the damn fiends
Ain't no rules in war for this green
is business, and it ain't personal

I wish, I - that success, we could all
Get a piece of it (word) but that real dog (no)
Cause in streets it's war, the industry much more
But rich or poor, I'ma keep it my nigga
Invest in chips and watch my money hill get
And do like, pull up to some clubs
In the skirts Jigga, and yellin out HEY
What the fuck, pop Cris' my nigga
And then he wants to know how chips I done sold
Well it ain't y'all business what's behind my
But y'all niggaz don't shit
Helped you out and you still actin a little bitch
Then you wonder why I put yo' ass in the row
When you me for some tickets to my TP-2 show
tell me, why we don't like to see us grow

We used to get money together, phone honies
Pushin chromed out in custom coach leather
You claim it's all love, but nigga it's
this is business, it ain't personal
Same dream, same team, schemes
We even sold to the same fiends
Ain't no rules in this war for green
This is business, and it ain't

A-Alike (uh-huh) be (that's right)
We don't vibe no more because we don't alike
And your mom got it twisted, she think changed
NopeHov's here like Rogaine
Ask your boy what he did to the game
How he jeapordized the game
Now when we see each it's so strange
I don't know to hug him or slug him (damn)
I know whether to cap him or dap him
I don't know what to think of him, I don't know what's
But I do know, all the niggaz that you know
Locked up doin a few doe, but who
it wasn't you, maybe I'm buggin too (right)
But I'm dog, I don't know what the fuck to do
Do me a favor, yourself in my shoes
The game, no exceptions, gotta the rules