Luyện nghe bài hát Wasn't Your Fault

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

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

If she chose to ride wit' a G let her ride wit' a G
The bitch don't sit back and be a housewife all the time
Let the ho be she wanna be
A slut and let the ho get on and make her money

You understand? I got a homey by me
Understand this nigga don't because he's a young nigga
You know what I'm 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 do, I can dig it baby, you know
Because these hoes, can't be controlled
You find 'em, spot 'em, send 'em
Get 'em, got 'em, you

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

But of goin' 'upside da head'
You bought her a 5 karat wit' your
And then she went and gave her homeboy Ted some
I tellin' on her, I'm just sayin', what you do

When your bitch out of bounds and you don't know to do
we do, we check 'em from the gate, to keep a bitch straight
It's on you, see you can take her out and buy her all of things
You's a fool, 'cause she leave you, for what he do, you'll see fool

It your fault
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 these hoes

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

Ain't that true, you make a queen
Out a motherfuckin'
Game on you, 'cause now you back at your house
And you on tha copeasack

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

It wasn't 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 hoes
You know you can't control these

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

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

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