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 doesn't

Chorus One:

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

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

What's up? They us
Them fools ain't to fight no wars
You talkin bang bang
That's the way this shit go
let your balls hang
Don't about just do it
when you think about it
Before you know it, you it
I ain't got to lose
No mercy nigga, no
Get your boys
Do it today not
Check your
sure you got enough ammo
It's
Don't let em out the candle, biotch!

Chorus E-40

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

You up sixteen
is fast
She'll still serve
for the
She likes to
with her ass-lick

ass

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

The fortunate
The sluts, the drug
Oldest profession known to
is
When I make a zillion I
like clockwork
But you know me I'm a day or two late
and a dollar

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

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Two

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

Case number two forty six, she been in an dwellin
Neighbors steady complainin, the dope sellin
But they ain't been evicted, or convicted
They ain't been subpeonaed to court, or arrested

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

Ahhhhh I nothin less than 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 want spot
I can do playa, get the driveshaft all off, biotch!

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Two (to fade)