Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Personal

Man, they go and tell me
You know who your true friends until you ah umm
Both got a bit of money
I mean cause both broke
there's no strain 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 about you
When y'all both get paper, you'll see

We used to get together, phone honies together
chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather
You claim it's all love, but nigga it's
this is business, it ain't personal
Same dream, same team, same (mm)
We even sold to the damn fiends (how real 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 ain't got time to be runnin y'all
I know when I first started it was to y'all
"He's start his own label, he'll never be able"
Well, nigga you've been wrong
And be wrong again if you bet against him
We move through the hood like twins
But it just so happen that a nigga it rappin
You your true colors, y'all niggaz stay yappin
That don't stop him, a nigga platinum
Stop through the hood, to say happenin? (sup nigga)
Fake hugz (uh-huh) whassup
love, fake fuck, fake thugs
Gotta one myself for your fake shit, I up
Hop in my wheels and I peel, are blazed 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 twinkies in custom coach
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

I wish, I wish - that success, we all
Get a piece of it (word) but that ain't dog (no)
Cause in these streets it's war, the industry more
But rich or poor, I'ma keep it real my
Invest in chips and my money hill get bigger
And do like, pull up to some clubs
In the with Jigga, and yellin out HEY
What the fuck, pop that my nigga
And then he wants to know how many chips I sold
it ain't y'all business what's behind my doors
But y'all don't appreciate shit
Helped you out and you still actin like a 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 to see us grow

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

(uh-huh) be alike (that's right)
We don't vibe no more we don't C/see alike
And your mom got it twisted, she Hov' changed
NopeHov's still here like
Ask your boy what he did to the game
How he jeapordized the game
Now when we see each other so strange
I know whether to hug him or slug him (damn)
I don't know to cap him or dap him
I don't what to think of him, I don't know what's happenin
But what I do know, all the that 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 know what the fuck to do
Do me a favor, yourself in my shoes
The game, no exceptions, gotta the rules