Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Personal

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

We used to get money together, phone together
Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach
You claim it's all love, but nigga it's
Cause this is business, it ain't
Same dream, team, same schemes (mm)
We even sold to the damn fiends (how real is dat?)
Ain't no rules in war for this green
This is business, and it 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 start his own label, he'll never be able"
Well, nigga been wrong before
And be wrong again if you bet against him
We move through the hood like identical
But it just so happen that a nigga it rappin
You showed true colors, y'all niggaz stay yappin
That don't him, a nigga weigh platinum
Stop through the hood, to say 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 dog, y'all need to stay 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 this is business, it ain't
Same dream, team, same schemes
We even sold to the same fiends
Ain't no rules in war for this green
This is business, and it ain't

I wish, I wish - success, we could all
Get a piece of it (word) but 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
in chips and watch my money hill get bigger
And do things like, pull up to some
In the skirts Jigga, and yellin out HEY
What the fuck, pop that Cris' my
And then he wants to how many chips I done sold
Well it ain't business what's behind my doors
But y'all niggaz don't 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 tickets to my TP-2 show
Lawwwwwwd me, why we don't like to see us grow

We to get money together, phone honies together
Pushin chromed out in custom coach leather
You claim all love, but nigga 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
This is business, and it personal

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