Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Personal

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

We to get money together, phone honies together
Pushin chromed out twinkies in coach leather
You claim all love, but nigga it's whatever
Cause this is business, it ain't
Same dream, same team, schemes (mm)
We sold to the same 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 wrong before
And you'll be wrong if you bet against him
We move 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 stop him, a nigga weigh
Stop through the hood, to say what's (sup nigga)
Fake hugz (uh-huh) fake
love, fake fuck, fake thugs
Gotta one myself for your fake shit, I up
Hop in my wheels and I peel, streets are up (uh-huh)
About my bid'ness dog, y'all need to up - one

We used to get money together, honies together
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, team, same schemes
We even sold to the damn fiends
Ain't no rules in war for this green
is business, and it ain't personal

I wish, I wish - 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 or poor, I'ma keep it real my nigga
Invest in and watch my money hill get bigger
And do things like, pull up to clubs
In the skirts with Jigga, and 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 business what's my doors
But y'all niggaz appreciate 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 some to my TP-2 show
Lawwwwwwd me, why we don't like to see us grow

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

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