Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Personal

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

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

Look, I'm a man dog
And I ain't got time to be behind y'all
I know when I first it was crazy to y'all
"He's gon' his own label, he'll never be able"
Well, you've been wrong before
And be wrong again if you bet against him
We move through the like identical twins
But it just so happen that a nigga made it
You showed your true colors, niggaz stay yappin
don't stop him, a nigga weigh platinum
Stop the hood, to say what's happenin? (sup nigga)
Fake (uh-huh) fake whassup
Fake love, fake fuck, fake
Gotta one myself for your shit, I raise up
Hop in my and I peel, streets are blazed up (uh-huh)
About my bid'ness dog, y'all to stay up - one

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

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

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

(uh-huh) be alike (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 still here like
Ask your boy he did to the Hov' game
How he jeapordized the whole
Now when we see each other it's so
I don't know whether to hug him or 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 what I do know, all the that you know
Locked up doin a few doe, but who
Maybe it you, maybe I'm buggin too (right)
But I'm scared dog, I know what the fuck to do
Do me a favor, place yourself in my
The game, no exceptions, follow the rules