Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame it on Me

[E-40] Youse a fool. You sound like you fin to
They can have all the armor but that calm doesn't

Chorus E-40

Double the game, and get yo' head to' off
the game, ya get yo' head to' off
Your bitches main? A getcha head to' off
Fuck my riches main? And getcha head to' off, beittch!

I'm erog-enous, most dog in
brown like a clot, but now I'm saucy
Hoes me they number like an alley-oop
But I slam it in the trash, if she ain't got, ass and
Shoot, it's all mine in the sizzle
Pistol still fizeal fine, direct hits em retire
I ain't no liar, I put it on my
Niggaz fuck around, get they head to' off

What's up? disrespect us
Them fools ain't tryin to no wars
You about bang bang
That's the way this gonna go
let your balls hang
Don't think about do it
Cause you think about it
Before you know it, you it
I ain't got shit to
No mercy nigga, no
Get your boys
Do it today not
Check inventory
Make you got enough ammo
self-explanitory
Don't let em out the candle, biotch!

Chorus E-40

Think it 'fore you pop that shit
Cause if they you witcha crew, they pack split
Don't it on me (4X)
(repeat all 2X)

You came up
Interest is
still serve everybody
for the
She to party
with her ass-lick

ass

And we some grown men, we trill hoe out
And all we did was stuck dick in her mouth
We fuck to the millionaires
Ball that play, you better keep your bitch out the Bay

The less
The sluts, the abusers
profession known to mankind
is
When I make a zillion I
like clockwork
But you know me I'm always a day or two
and a short

I trick a bitch that love Legit and do whatever I her to
From credit card scams to head to you
So if you breathe, what I mean, prepare that ass
for the boss, get that ass to' off

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I got dreams of a mansion with the glass
About a million point in the stash box
I let the knock, I let the ass drop
And if a run up, he get ch-uh-chopped

Case number two forty six, she been in an unhappy
steady complainin, bout the dope sellin
But ain't never been evicted, or convicted
They ain't never been subpeonaed to court, or

I tried to tell em I once told fools what's up
Fonzarelli and the Savage get they and loss
I'm from the coast, where we don't play that kid
And niggaz get motherfuckin wig split

Ahhhhh I spits nothin less than hi-tech
We can buck on other or we can put on the gloves
make me mad let me know, if you want more spot
I can do playa, get the driveshaft all off, biotch!

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