Luyện nghe bài hát Wasn't Your Fault

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

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

If she chose to wit' a G then let her ride wit' a G
The bitch wanna sit back and be a housewife all the time
Let the ho be she wanna be
A real slut and let the ho get on and her money

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

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

It wasn't fault
You was only tryin' to be
tryin' to be nice, ohh
You you can't control these hoes
You know you can't these hoes
You know you can't these 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 'upside da head'
You bought her a 5 wit' your bread
And she went and gave her homeboy Ted some head
I tellin' on her, I'm just sayin', what you do

When your out of bounds and you don't 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 leave you, for he do, you'll see fool

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

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

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

What's she do, I her the keys to my '74 Cadillac
Say it true, she let a nigga drive it, ask tha homie Battlecat
Whatchu do, put my foot in her ass and tha gas
You know me and ever since that day my nigga, I've P I M P

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

That's your boo, but she know every in the Roc-A-Fella Crew
That's on you, baby 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 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 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 you can't control these hoes