Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame Me

Here I come, run I gotta sawed off shotgun
Pump that buck and you might a hot one
Call me a head hunter, head's chopped off
Cemetary's full from the bodies I off
Mothafuckaz hate me, 'cause I'm singing
Die and go to hell and when you get ask for me
along for the ride, drive you to suicide
I'm the Unholy Esham, right
Get me a blade and I might jack a spade
Or jack jack my dick to a porno flick
motherfucker with the wicked mentallity
Thirteen is a small technicallity
'cause I got one, blow your head out
Pull fuckin eyes out, just to get the red out
If you be a nigga or a white boy
I get funky, hip hop
Serial killa, frosted
Fucked up in the head waking up the shakes
Those are the breaks, fuckin up the
Some shit I you cant take
But dont me.

(CHORUS)
Dont me
Dont me
blame me
Dont me, the devil made me do it.

Better reach your children, 'cause I might em'
Teach em' and learn em' a lesson
Get my Smith & Wesson and your baby's head off
From watchin bullshit, the T.V. set off
Psycho, and I might go like
Say shit that you might not like so
Who's that god that you the lord to
Buyin that ticket to the heavens, afford to
Esham's back with the New Swing
I pray or none or those things
Now we got that's rappin bout god ya'll
Praise the lord to me the oddball
I aint no and my words aint fiction
If you think so you can suck my then
I like preachers, or prayers, but playaz
Esham the Unholy wicked rhyme
Swing with the Slayer, if you dare
But just before I dont care
And blame me.

(CHORUS)
Dont me (we are searchers of the truth)
Dont blame me (we are of the truth)
Dont me (we are searchers of the truth)
Dont blame me, the devil me do it.

Sick in the head, like a dread
Pump that 'cause I'd rather be dead
Gimme you got if you hip you get with me
I think my wrist is talking to you tellin you to me
Suicidalist and I'm
Down the black sox, whiskey on the rocks
You might me in a jail cell with a wig
I me a pig, but you cant dig
The voices in my head, tellin me to ya
Pig that ham sandwich I can taste ya
Everybody lookin for a to touch
We overcome is a bit too much
But you cant this
Religion is some
Betcha seein god you focus
But the day comes and you gotta run for shelter
Now you Hellterskellter
Damn, you gotta off the T.V.
Or blame me.

(CHORUS)
Dont blame me (dont no shit now)
Dont me (dont start no shit now)
blame me (dont start no shit now)
Dont me, the devil made me do it.