Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Personal

Man, they go and tell me
You never know who your friends until you ah umm
got a little bit of money
I mean cause y'all both
Then 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 know how he really feel about you
When y'all both get paper, you'll see

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

Look, I'm a man dog
And I ain't got to be runnin behind y'all
I know when I first started it was to y'all
"He's gon' start his own label, he'll be able"
Well, you've been wrong before
And be wrong again if you bet against him
We move through the hood like identical
But it so happen that a nigga made it rappin
You your true colors, y'all niggaz stay yappin
don't stop him, a nigga weigh platinum
Stop the hood, to say what's happenin? (sup nigga)
hugz (uh-huh) fake whassup
Fake love, fake fuck, thugs
Gotta one myself for fake 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 to get money together, phone honies together
Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach
You claim all love, but nigga it's whatever
this is business, it ain't personal
Same dream, same team, schemes
We sold to the same damn fiends
no rules in this war for this green
This is business, and it ain't

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

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

A-Alike (uh-huh) be (that's right)
We don't no more because we don't C/see alike
And mom got it twisted, she think Hov' changed
NopeHov's here like Rogaine
Ask your boy what he did to the game
How he the whole game
Now when we see each other it's so
I know whether 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 know what's happenin
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 follow the