Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Personal

Man, go and tell me like
You never know who your friends until you ah umm
got a little bit of money
I mean cause y'all both
Then there's no strain on the relationship, 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
When both 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 it's whatever
Cause this is business, it personal
Same dream, same team, schemes (mm)
We even sold to the same 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 to be runnin behind y'all
I know I first started it was crazy to y'all
"He's gon' start his own label, he'll be able"
Well, nigga you've been before
And be wrong again if you bet against him
We move through the hood like twins
But it so happen that a nigga made it rappin
You showed your true colors, y'all niggaz stay
That don't stop him, a weigh platinum
Stop the hood, to say what's happenin? (sup nigga)
Fake hugz (uh-huh) fake
Fake love, fake fuck, fake
one myself for your 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 used to get together, phone honies together
Pushin out twinkies in custom coach leather
You claim it's all love, but nigga whatever
Cause this is business, it ain't
Same dream, same team, same
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 - that success, we could all
Get a piece of it (word) but ain't real dog (no)
Cause in these streets it's war, the industry much
But rich or poor, keep it real my nigga
Invest in chips and my money hill get bigger
And do things like, pull up to some
In the skirts with Jigga, and out HEY
What the fuck, pop that Cris' my
And then he wants to how many chips I done sold
Well it ain't y'all what's behind my doors
But y'all niggaz appreciate shit
Helped you out and you still actin like a bitch
Then you why I put yo' ass in the tenth row
When you asked me for some tickets to my TP-2
Lawwwwwwd me, why we don't like to see us grow

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

A-Alike (uh-huh) be (that's right)
We don't vibe no more because we 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 we see each other it's so strange
I don't know whether to hug him or him (damn)
I don't 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 niggaz that you
Locked up 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, follow the rules