Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Personal

Man, go and tell me like
You never know who your true until you, ah umm
Both got a little bit of
I mean, 'cause y'all both

Then no strain on the relationship, y'all both broke
And if you got money and he got no paper
He still needs you so you'll never know how he really feel you
When y'all both get paper, you'll see

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

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

Look, I'm a man dog
And I got time to be runnin 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 before
And you'll be wrong if you bet against him
We move through the hood like twins
But it just so happen that a nigga it rappin

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

Fake
(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 need to up one

We used to get money together, phone together
Pushin chromed out 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 damn fiends
Ain't no rules in war for this green
This is business, and it personal

I wish, I wish, success, we could all
Get a of it
(Word)
But that 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 watch my money hill get
And do like, pull up to some clubs

In the skirts Jigga, and yellin out hey
What the fuck, pop that Cris' my
And then he wants to know how many I done sold
Well, it ain't y'all what's behind my doors

But niggaz don't appreciate shit
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 some tickets to my TP-2
Lawd tell me, why we don't like to see us

We used to get together, phone honies together
Pushin chromed out twinkies in coach 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

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

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

How he the whole game
Now when we see each it's so strange
I don't know to hug him or slug him
(Damn)

I know 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 you know
up doin 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 the rules

We used to get money together, phone 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, 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