Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Personal

Man, go and tell me like
You never know who your true friends 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 needs you so you'll never know how he really feel about you
When y'all both get some paper, see

We used to get money together, phone honies
Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom leather
You claim it's all love, but nigga it's
Cause this is business, it ain't
Same dream, team, same schemes (mm)
We even sold to the same damn fiends (how is dat?)
Ain't no in this war for this green
This is business, and it ain't

Look, I'm a man dog
And I got time to be runnin behind y'all
I know when I 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 wrong if you bet against him
We move the hood like identical twins
But it just so happen that a nigga it rappin
You showed your true colors, niggaz stay yappin
That stop him, a nigga weigh platinum
through the hood, to say what's happenin? (sup nigga)
Fake (uh-huh) fake whassup
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)
my bid'ness dog, y'all need to stay up - one

We to get money together, phone 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, schemes
We even sold to the same fiends
Ain't no in this war for this green
This is business, and it ain't

I wish, I wish - that success, we all
Get a piece of it (word) but that real dog (no)
Cause in these streets it's war, the much more
But rich or poor, I'ma keep it real my
Invest in 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 chips I sold
Well it y'all business what's behind my doors
But y'all niggaz don't shit
Helped you out and you actin 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 tell me, why we don't to see us grow

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

A-Alike (uh-huh) be (that's right)
We don't vibe no because we don't C/see alike
And your mom got it twisted, she Hov' changed
NopeHov's still like Rogaine
Ask your boy he did to the Hov' 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 don't whether to cap him or dap him
I know what to think of him, I don't know what's happenin
But I do know, all the niggaz that you know
up doin a few doe, but who knows?
Maybe it 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 in my shoes
The game, no exceptions, gotta the rules