Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Personal

Man, they go and tell me
You never who your true 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, 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 y'all both get 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 personal
Same dream, team, same schemes (mm)
We sold 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 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 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 made it rappin
You showed true colors, y'all niggaz stay yappin
That don't stop him, a nigga platinum
Stop through the hood, to say what's (sup nigga)
Fake hugz (uh-huh) whassup
Fake love, fake fuck, thugs
Gotta one myself for fake 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 money together, honies together
chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather
You claim it's all love, but nigga whatever
this is business, it ain't personal
Same dream, same team, schemes
We even sold to the damn fiends
Ain't no rules in this war for this
This is business, and it 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 rich or poor, I'ma it real my nigga
Invest in 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 my nigga
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 don't appreciate shit
Helped you out and you still like a little bitch
you wonder 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 used to get together, phone honies together
Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom leather
You claim all love, but nigga it's whatever
Cause is business, it ain't personal
Same dream, team, same schemes
We even sold to the same damn
Ain't no rules in this war for 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 still here Rogaine
Ask your boy what he did to the game
How he jeapordized the whole
Now when we see each it's so strange
I know whether to hug him or slug him (damn)
I don't know 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 niggaz you know
up doin a few doe, but who knows?
Maybe it wasn't you, maybe I'm too (right)
But I'm scared dog, I don't know what the to do
Do me a favor, place yourself in my
The game, no exceptions, gotta the rules