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 broke
Then there's no strain on the relationship, y'all broke
And if you got money and he got no paper
He needs you so you'll never know how he really feel about you
When y'all get some paper, you'll see

We used to get money together, honies together
Pushin chromed out twinkies in coach leather
You claim all love, but nigga it's whatever
Cause this is business, it ain't
Same dream, same team, same (mm)
We even sold to the damn fiends (how real is dat?)
Ain't no rules in this war for 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, you've been wrong before
And you'll be wrong again if you bet him
We move through the 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 him, a nigga weigh platinum
Stop through the hood, to say what's (sup nigga)
hugz (uh-huh) fake whassup
Fake love, fuck, fake thugs
one myself for your fake shit, I raise up
Hop in my wheels and I peel, are blazed up (uh-huh)
my bid'ness dog, y'all need to stay up - one

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

I wish, I wish - success, we could all
Get a piece of it (word) but that ain't dog (no)
Cause in these streets war, the industry much more
But or poor, I'ma keep it real my nigga
Invest in chips and my money hill get bigger
And do things like, up to some clubs
In the skirts Jigga, and yellin out HEY
the fuck, pop that Cris' my nigga
And then he to know how many chips I done sold
Well it ain't y'all business behind my doors
But y'all niggaz appreciate shit
you out and you still actin 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
Pushin chromed out in custom coach leather
You claim it's all love, but nigga it's
Cause this is business, it personal
Same dream, same team, same
We even sold to the damn fiends
Ain't no rules in this war for this
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 Rogaine
Ask your boy what he did to the game
How he the whole game
Now when we see other it's so strange
I don't 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 don't know what's
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 scared dog, I know what the fuck to do
Do me a favor, place yourself in my
The game, no exceptions, gotta follow the