Luyện nghe bài hát Wasn't Your Fault

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

You understand the 2000 in here?
Motherfuckers wanna put they down
Wanna put they soder
Let a bitch do what she do

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

You understand? I got a sittin' by me
Understand nigga don't understand because he's a young nigga
You know what I'm sayin'? I'm been in the game '85
And I know a ho don't do nothin', wanna play a nigga like 9 to 5,

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

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

she do, she jumped out of her sleep
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 wit' bread
And then she went and gave her homeboy Ted head
I ain't tellin' on her, I'm sayin', what you do

When your bitch out of bounds and you know what to do
What we do, we check 'em from the gate, to a bitch straight
It's on you, see you can her out and buy her all types of things
You's a fool, 'cause when she you, for what he do, you'll see fool

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shame on you, your so in you fittin' to get a tattoo
That ain't cool, is blind and no friend of mine
If I was you, I'd a packed her bags and anotha bitch thats bad
Game got rules, if you lose a ho', you gain a ho'

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