Luyện nghe bài hát Wasn't Your Fault

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

You understand the 2000 in here?
Motherfuckers put they mack down
Wanna put they down
Let a bitch do what she 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 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 sayin'? I'm been in the game '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, can't be controlled
You gotta 'em, spot 'em, send 'em
Get 'em, got 'em, you

It your fault
You was tryin' to be nice
Only to be nice, ohh
You know you can't 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 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 goin' da head'
You bought her a 5 karat your bread
And then she went and her homeboy Ted some head
I tellin' on her, I'm just sayin', what you do

your bitch 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
a fool, 'cause when she leave you, for what he do, you'll see fool

It wasn't your
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 you can't control these hoes

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

Ain't that true, you can't make a
Out a hoodrat
Game on you, 'cause now you back at momma house
And you on tha copeasack

What's she do, I gave her the 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 day my nigga, I've been P I M P

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

That's boo, but she know every nigga in the Roc-A-Fella Crew
That's on you, baby blow too much, I 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 her flat

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

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