Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Personal

Man, go and tell me like
You never who your true friends until you ah umm
got a little bit of money
I cause y'all both 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 you'll never how he really feel about you
When y'all both get paper, you'll see

We to get money together, phone honies together
Pushin chromed out in custom coach leather
You claim it's all love, but it's whatever
Cause this is business, it personal
Same dream, same team, same (mm)
We even sold to the same fiends (how real is dat?)
no rules 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 first started it was to y'all
"He's gon' his own label, he'll never be able"
Well, nigga been wrong before
And you'll be wrong 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 the hood, to say what's happenin? (sup nigga)
Fake hugz (uh-huh) fake
love, fake fuck, fake thugs
Gotta one for your fake shit, I raise up
Hop in my and I peel, streets are blazed up (uh-huh)
About my bid'ness dog, y'all to stay up - one

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

I wish, I wish - that success, we all
Get a piece of it (word) but ain't real dog (no)
in these streets it's war, the industry much more
But rich or poor, I'ma keep it real my
Invest in chips and watch my hill get bigger
And do things like, up to some clubs
In the with Jigga, and yellin out HEY
What the fuck, pop that Cris' my
And then he wants to know how chips I done sold
Well it ain't y'all business what's behind my
But y'all niggaz don't appreciate
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 some tickets to my TP-2
Lawwwwwwd tell me, why we don't like to see us

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

A-Alike (uh-huh) be (that's right)
We don't vibe no more we don't C/see alike
And mom got it twisted, she think Hov' changed
NopeHov's still here Rogaine
Ask your boy he did to the Hov' game
How he the whole game
Now we see each other it's so strange
I don't know whether to hug him or him (damn)
I don't whether 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 wasn't you, I'm buggin too (right)
But I'm scared dog, I don't what the fuck to do
Do me a favor, place yourself in my
The game, no exceptions, gotta follow the