Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Personal

Man, they go and me like
You never know who your true until you ah umm
Both got a bit of money
I mean y'all both 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 how he really feel about you
y'all both get some paper, you'll see

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

Look, I'm a man dog
And I ain't got time to be runnin behind
I know I first started it was crazy to y'all
"He's gon' start his own label, he'll be able"
Well, nigga you've been wrong
And be wrong again if you bet against him
We through the hood like identical twins
But it so happen that a nigga made it rappin
You your true colors, y'all niggaz stay yappin
That don't him, a nigga weigh platinum
Stop the hood, to say what's happenin? (sup nigga)
Fake hugz (uh-huh) whassup
Fake love, fake fuck, fake
one myself for your fake 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, honies together
Pushin out twinkies in custom coach leather
You claim it's all love, but nigga whatever
Cause this is business, it ain't
Same dream, same team, same
We even to the same damn fiends
Ain't no in this war for this green
This is business, and it ain't

I wish, I - that success, we could all
Get a of it (word) but that ain't real dog (no)
Cause in these streets it's war, the industry more
But rich or poor, keep it real my nigga
Invest in chips and my money hill get bigger
And do like, pull up to some clubs
In the with 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 what's behind my
But y'all don't appreciate shit
Helped you out and you actin like a little 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 honies
Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom leather
You claim all love, but nigga it's whatever
Cause this is business, it ain't
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

(uh-huh) be alike (that's right)
We don't vibe no more we don't C/see alike
And your mom got it twisted, she think changed
NopeHov's still here like
Ask your boy he did to the Hov' game
How he jeapordized the whole
Now when we see each other so strange
I don't know whether to hug him or him (damn)
I don't know to cap him or dap him
I don't know what to think of him, I don't know what's
But what I do know, all the niggaz that you
Locked up a few doe, but who knows?
Maybe it you, maybe I'm buggin too (right)
But I'm scared dog, I don't what the fuck to do
Do me a favor, place in my shoes
The game, no exceptions, gotta follow the