Luyện nghe bài hát Wasn't Your Fault

Yeah, niggas take care of these hoes
Niggas wanna control these
You can't control these
These are independent these years

You can't the 2000 in here?
Motherfuckers wanna put they mack
Wanna put they down
Let a bitch do she wanna do

If she chose to ride wit' a G then let her wit' a G
The bitch don't wanna sit back and be a all the time
Let the ho be what she be
A real slut and let the ho get on and her money

You understand? I got a homey by me
Understand this nigga understand because he's a young nigga
You know I'm sayin'? I'm been in the game since '85
And I know a ho do nothin', wanna play a nigga like 9 to 5, alright

Yikes, Shabba do, I can dig it baby, you know
Because these hoes, they can't be
You gotta find 'em, spot 'em, 'em
Get 'em, got 'em, you

It wasn't your
You was tryin' to be nice
Only to be nice, ohh
You know you can't these hoes
You know you can't these hoes
You know you can't control these

What she do, she jumped out of her
And left the pad at a to two
That's on you, you shoulda put foot in her ass
Like a supposed to do

But instead of goin' 'upside da
You bought her a 5 karat your bread
And then she went and her homeboy Ted some head
I tellin' on her, I'm just sayin', what you do

When bitch out of bounds and you don't know what to do
What we do, we check 'em from the gate, to a bitch straight
on you, see you can take her out and buy her all types of things
You's a fool, 'cause when she leave you, for he do, you'll see fool

It wasn't your
You was tryin' to be nice
tryin' to be nice, ohh
You you can't control these hoes
You know you control these hoes
You know you can't these hoes

Me and you, what you thought
'Til your ass got
Shame on you and now I
Why my momma used to me that

Ain't that true, you make a queen
Out a motherfuckin'
Game on you, 'cause now you back at momma house
And you on tha copeasack

What's she do, I her the keys to my '74 Cadillac
Say it ain't true, she let a nigga drive it, ask tha Battlecat
Whatchu do, put my in her ass and mashed tha gas
You know me and ever since day my nigga, I've been P I M P

It wasn't fault
You was only tryin' to be
tryin' to be nice, ohh
You know you can't control hoes
You know you can't control hoes
You know you control these hoes

your boo, but she know every nigga in the Roc-A-Fella Crew
That's on you, blow too much, I mean she know too much
That's my boo, it's all who she did and where she been
I love you, you shouldn't a told her that, you should a smacked her

Shame on you, your so in love you to get a tattoo
That cool, love is blind and no friend of mine
If I was you, I'd a packed her bags and bust bitch thats bad
Game got rules, if you lose a ho', you gain a ho'

It your fault
You was tryin' to be nice
Only to be nice, ohh
You you can't control these hoes
You know you control these hoes
You know you control these hoes