Luyện nghe bài hát Wasn't Your Fault

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

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

If she chose to ride a G then 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 real and let the ho get on and make her money

You understand? I got a homey by me
Understand this nigga don't understand he's a young nigga
You know what I'm sayin'? I'm been in the game '85
And I know a ho do nothin', wanna play a nigga 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 your
You was only to be nice
tryin' to be nice, ohh
You know you 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 foot 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 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 when she leave you, for what he do, you'll see

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

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

Ain't that true, you can't a queen
Out a motherfuckin'
Game on you, now you back at your 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
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 fault
You was only tryin' to be
tryin' to be nice, ohh
You know you can't control hoes
You know you can't these hoes
You you can't control these hoes

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

on you, your so in love you fittin' to get a tattoo
That ain't cool, love is and no friend of mine
If I was you, I'd a packed her bags and bust anotha thats bad
Game got rules, if you lose a ho', you 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 you can't control these hoes
You know you can't these hoes