Luyện nghe bài hát Wasn't Your Fault

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

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

If she chose to ride wit' a G let her ride wit' 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 this nigga understand because he's a young nigga
You know what I'm sayin'? I'm been in the since '85
And I know a ho don't do nothin', wanna play a like 9 to 5, alright

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

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

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

But instead of goin' da head'
You bought her a 5 karat wit' your
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
What we do, we check 'em from the gate, to keep a bitch
on you, see you can take 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 your
You was tryin' to be nice
tryin' to be nice, ohh
You know you can't control these
You know you can't control hoes
You know you can't control these

Me and you, that's what you
'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 sleepin' on tha

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
do, put my foot in her ass and mashed tha gas
You know me and ever since day my nigga, I've been P I M P

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

That's your boo, but she know every 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 love you fittin' to get a
That ain't cool, love is and no friend of mine
If I was you, I'd a her bags and bust anotha bitch thats bad
Game got rules, if you lose a ho', you gotta a ho'

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