Luyện nghe bài hát Wasn't Your Fault

Yeah, niggas wanna take of these hoes
Niggas wanna control these
You control these bitches
These are bitches these years

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

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

You I got a homey sittin' by me
Understand this don't understand because he's a young nigga
You what 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, dabble do, I can dig it baby, you know
Because these hoes, they be controlled
You gotta 'em, spot 'em, send 'em
Get 'em, got 'em, you

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

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

But instead of goin' da head'
You bought her a 5 karat wit' bread
And then she went and gave her homeboy Ted head
I ain't on her, I'm just sayin', what you do

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

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

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

that true, you can't make a queen
Out a hoodrat
on you, 'cause 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 since that day my nigga, I've P I M P

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

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

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

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