Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Personal

Man, go and tell me like
You never know who true friends until you, ah umm
Both got a bit of money
I mean, 'cause both broke

Then there's no strain on the relationship, y'all broke
And if you got money and he ain't got no
He still you so you'll never know how he really feel about you
When y'all both get paper, you'll see

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

Same dream, same team, schemes
(Mm)
We sold 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 y'all
I know when I started it was crazy to y'all
"He's gon' start his own label, never be able"

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

You your true colors, y'all niggaz stay yappin
don't stop him, a nigga weigh platinum
Stop through the hood, to say what's
('Sup nigga)

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

Gotta one for your 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 used to get together, phone honies together
Pushin chromed out in custom coach leather
You claim it's all love, but nigga it's
'Cause this is business, it personal

Same dream, same team, schemes
We even sold to the damn fiends
no rules in this 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 it's war, the much more
But rich or poor, keep it real my nigga
Invest in and watch my money hill get bigger
And do things like, pull up to some

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

But y'all don't appreciate shit
Helped you out and you still like a little bitch
Then you wonder why I put yo' ass in the 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 money together, phone together
Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach
You it's all love, but nigga it's whatever
'Cause this is business, it personal

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

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

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

How he jeopardized the game
Now when we see each 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 you know
Locked up doin a few doe, but who

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 in my shoes
The game, no exceptions, gotta the rules

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