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 both
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 used to get money together, phone honies
Pushin chromed out in custom coach leather
You claim it's all love, but nigga whatever
'Cause is business, it ain't personal

Same dream, team, same schemes
(Mm)
We even to the same damn fiends
(How is dat?)
Ain't no in this war for this green
This is business, and it personal

Look, I'm a man dog
And I ain't got time to be runnin behind
I when I first started it was crazy to y'all
"He's start his own label, he'll never be able"

Well, nigga been wrong before
And you'll be again if you bet against him
We move through the hood like identical
But it just so that a nigga made it rappin

You showed your true colors, niggaz stay yappin
That don't stop him, a nigga weigh
Stop the hood, to say what's happenin?
('Sup nigga)

Fake
(Uh-huh)
Fake
Fake love, fake fuck, fake

Gotta one myself for fake shit, I raise up
Hop in my wheels and I peel, streets are up
(Uh-huh)
About my bid'ness dog, y'all to stay up one

We to get money together, phone honies together
chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather
You it's all love, but nigga it's whatever
this is business, it ain't personal

Same dream, same team, schemes
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 wish, that success, we all
Get a of it
(Word)
But that real dog
(No)

'Cause in these streets 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, pull up to clubs

In the skirts 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 behind my doors

But y'all niggaz don't shit
you out and you still actin like a little bitch
Then you why I put yo' ass in the tenth row
When you me for some tickets to my TP-2 show
Lawd tell me, why we don't like to see us

We used to get together, phone honies together
Pushin out twinkies in custom coach leather
You claim it's all love, but nigga whatever
'Cause this is business, it personal

dream, same team, same schemes
We sold to the same damn fiends
no rules in this war for this green
This is business, and it personal

(Uh-huh)
Be
(That's right)

We vibe no more because we don't see alike
And your mom got it twisted, she Hov' changed
Nope, Hov's still here Rogaine
Ask boy what he did to the Hov' game

How he the whole game
Now we see each other it's so strange
I don't know to hug him or slug 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 happenin
But what I do know, all the that you know
up doin a few doe, but who knows?

Maybe it wasn't you, I'm buggin too
(Right)
But I'm scared dog, I don't know what the to do
Do me a favor, yourself in my shoes
The game, no exceptions, gotta the rules

We used to get money together, phone honies
Pushin out twinkies in custom coach leather
You it's all love, but nigga it's whatever
'Cause this is business, it personal

Same dream, same team, same
We even sold to the same fiends
Ain't no rules in this war for this
is business, and it ain't personal