Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Personal

Man, go and tell me like
You never know who your true friends you ah umm
Both got a bit of money
I cause y'all both broke
there's no strain on the relationship, y'all both broke
And if you got money and he ain't got no
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, 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, same (mm)
We even to the same damn fiends (how real is dat?)
Ain't no in this war for this green
is business, and it ain't personal

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

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

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

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

(uh-huh) be alike (that's right)
We don't vibe no because we don't C/see alike
And mom got it twisted, she think Hov' changed
NopeHov's still like Rogaine
Ask your boy what he did to the game
How he jeapordized the game
Now when we see each other so strange
I don't whether to hug him or slug him (damn)
I don't know 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
up doin a few doe, but who knows?
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, gotta the rules