Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame it on Me

[E-40] Youse a fool. You sound you fin to earl
They can have all the armor but that calm harm

One: E-40

Double cross the game, and get yo' to' off
the game, ya get yo' head to' off
Your faulty bitches main? A head to' off
Fuck with my riches main? And getcha 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 it in the trash, if she ain't got, ass and loot
Shoot, it's all mine in the sizzle
Pistol fizeal fine, direct hits make em retire
I no liar, I put it on my flow
fuck around, they get they head to' off

What's up? They us
Them fools ain't to fight no wars
You about bang bang
That's the way shit gonna go
Just let balls hang
think about just do it
Cause you think about it
you know it, you blew it
I ain't got shit to
No nigga, no sarges
Get your boys
Do it today not
Check inventory
Make sure you got ammo
It's
Don't let em out the candle, biotch!

Chorus Two:

Think it 'fore you pop that shit
Cause if find you witcha crew, they pack split
blame it on me (4X)
(repeat all 2X)

You came up
Interest is
She'll serve everybody
for the
She likes to
with her ass-lick

ass

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

The less
The sluts, the abusers
Oldest profession known to
is
When I a zillion I resign
just clockwork
But you know me I'm a day or two late
and a short

I trick a bitch that love and do whatever I tell her to
From credit card to givin 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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Two

I got dreams of a mansion the glass block
About a million five 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 dwellin
Neighbors steady complainin, bout the dope
But they ain't been evicted, or convicted
They never been subpeonaed to court, or arrested

I to tell em like I once told fools what's up
Fonzarelli and the Savage get they cash and
I'm from the coast, where we play that kid shit
And niggaz get they wig split

Ahhhhh I nothin less than hi-tech Lugz
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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Two (to fade)