Luyện nghe bài hát Wasn't Your Fault

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

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

If she chose to wit' a G then let her ride wit' a G
The don't 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 make her

You understand? I got a homey by me
Understand nigga 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 don't do nothin', wanna play a nigga like 9 to 5,

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

It wasn't your
You was only tryin' to be
Only to be nice, ohh
You know you can't control these
You you can't control 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 put your foot in her ass
Like a pimp's to do

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

When your bitch out of and you don't know what to do
What we do, we '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, you'll see

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

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

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

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

That's your boo, but she every nigga 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 you, you shouldn't a told her that, you should a smacked her flat

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

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 control hoes
You you can't control these hoes