Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame it on Me

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

One: E-40

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

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

What's up? They us
Them fools ain't tryin to fight no
You talkin about bang
That's the way this shit go
Just let your hang
Don't think about do it
when you think about it
Before you it, you blew it
I ain't got to lose
No mercy nigga, no
Get your boys
Do it not tomorrow
Check your
Make sure you got enough
self-explanitory
Don't let em out the candle, biotch!

Chorus E-40

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

You came up
is fast
She'll still everybody
for the
She to party
with her pussy-lick

ass

And we some grown men, we turn hoe out
And all we ever did was stuck dick in her
We fuck wines to the
Ball players that play, you better your bitch out the Bay

The fortunate
The sluts, the drug
profession known to mankind
is
I make a zillion I resign
just like
But you me I'm always a day or two late
and a dollar

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

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Two

I got dreams of a with the glass block
About a million five in the stash box
I let the knock, I let the ass drop
And if a nigga run up, he get

Case number two six, she been in an unhappy dwellin
Neighbors complainin, bout the dope sellin
But they never been evicted, or convicted
They never been subpeonaed to court, or arrested

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

Ahhhhh I spits nothin less hi-tech Lugz
We can buck on other or we can put on the gloves
Don't make me mad let me know, if you more spot
I can do playa, get the driveshaft all off, biotch!

One
Two (to fade)