Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Personal

Man, they go and tell me
You never know who your friends until you ah umm
Both got a bit of money
I cause y'all both broke
Then there's no on the relationship, y'all both broke
And if you got money and he got no paper
He still needs you so you'll never know how he really feel you
When y'all both get some paper, see

We used to get money together, phone together
Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom leather
You claim it's all love, but nigga it's
Cause is business, it ain't personal
Same dream, same team, same (mm)
We even sold to the same damn (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 when I first started it was crazy to y'all
"He's start his own label, he'll never be able"
Well, nigga you've been before
And you'll be again if you bet against him
We move the hood like identical twins
But it just so happen that a made it rappin
You showed your true colors, y'all niggaz stay
That don't stop him, a nigga weigh
Stop through the hood, to say happenin? (sup nigga)
Fake hugz (uh-huh) fake
Fake love, fuck, fake thugs
Gotta one for your fake shit, I raise up
Hop in my wheels and I peel, are blazed up (uh-huh)
About my bid'ness dog, need to stay up - one

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, team, same schemes
We even sold to the same damn
Ain't no in this war for this green
This is business, and it personal

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

We used to get money together, honies together
chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather
You it's all love, but nigga it's whatever
Cause this is business, it personal
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

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