Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Personal

Man, they go and tell me
You never know who your true friends you ah umm
Both got a little bit of
I mean cause y'all broke
Then there's no strain on the relationship, y'all both
And if you got and he ain't got no paper
He still needs you so you'll never know how he really about you
When y'all both get paper, you'll see

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

Look, I'm a man dog
And I ain't got time to be 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 wrong
And you'll be wrong again if you bet him
We move through the hood identical twins
But it just so that a nigga made it rappin
You showed true colors, y'all niggaz stay yappin
That stop him, a nigga weigh 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 your shit, I raise up
Hop in my wheels and I peel, streets are up (uh-huh)
About my bid'ness dog, need to stay up - one

We used to get money together, phone honies
Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom leather
You it's all love, but nigga it's whatever
Cause is business, it ain't personal
Same dream, same team, same
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 ain't real dog (no)
Cause in these streets war, the industry much more
But rich or poor, keep it real my nigga
Invest in chips and my money hill get bigger
And do things like, pull up to some
In the with Jigga, and yellin out HEY
What the fuck, pop that Cris' my
And then he wants to how many chips I done sold
Well it y'all business what's behind my doors
But y'all niggaz don't appreciate
you out and you still actin like a little bitch
Then you wonder why I put yo' ass in the row
When you asked me for tickets to my TP-2 show
Lawwwwwwd tell me, why we like to see us grow

We used to get money together, phone 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, team, same schemes
We sold to the same damn fiends
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 don't alike
And your mom got it twisted, she think changed
still here like Rogaine
Ask your boy he did to the Hov' game
How he jeapordized the whole
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 don't know to think of him, I don't know what's happenin
But what I do know, all the niggaz that you
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, follow the rules