Luyện nghe bài hát Wasn't Your Fault

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

You can't understand the 2000 in
Motherfuckers put they mack down
put they soder down
Let a do what she wanna do

If she chose to wit' 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 what she be
A real and let the ho get on and make her money

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

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

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

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

But instead of 'upside da head'
You bought her a 5 wit' your bread
And then she and gave her homeboy Ted some head
I ain't tellin' on her, I'm sayin', what you do

When your bitch out of and you don't know what to do
we do, we check 'em from the gate, to keep 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 leave you, for what he do, see fool

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

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

Ain't that true, you can't make a
Out a motherfuckin'
Game on you, 'cause now you at your momma house
And you sleepin' on tha

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

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

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

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

It your fault
You was tryin' to be nice
Only 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