Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Personal

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

We used to get money together, phone honies
chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather
You claim it's all love, but it's whatever
Cause this is business, it ain't
dream, same team, same schemes (mm)
We even to the same damn fiends (how real is dat?)
Ain't no rules in this war for this
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 when I first started it was crazy to y'all
"He's gon' 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 through the like identical twins
But it just so that a nigga made it rappin
You showed your true colors, niggaz stay yappin
That don't stop him, a nigga weigh
through the hood, to say what's happenin? (sup nigga)
Fake (uh-huh) fake whassup
Fake love, fuck, fake thugs
Gotta one myself for your shit, I raise up
Hop in my wheels and I peel, are blazed up (uh-huh)
About my bid'ness dog, y'all need to up - one

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
We even to the same damn fiends
Ain't no rules in this war for this
is business, and it ain't personal

I wish, I wish - that success, we all
Get a piece of it (word) but ain't real dog (no)
Cause in these streets it's war, the industry more
But rich or poor, I'ma keep it real my
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 I done sold
Well it ain't y'all business behind my doors
But y'all niggaz appreciate shit
Helped you out and you still actin like a bitch
Then you wonder why I put yo' ass in the row
you asked me for some tickets to my TP-2 show
Lawwwwwwd tell me, why we don't like to see us

We used to get money together, phone together
Pushin chromed out in custom coach leather
You claim it's all love, but nigga whatever
Cause is business, it ain't personal
dream, same team, same schemes
We even to the same damn 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 Hov' changed
NopeHov's still here like
Ask your boy he did to the Hov' game
How he the whole game
Now when we see each other so strange
I know whether to hug him or slug him (damn)
I don't whether to cap him or dap him
I know what to think of him, I don't know what's happenin
But what I do know, all the niggaz you know
Locked up a few doe, but who knows?
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, place yourself in my
The game, no exceptions, follow the rules