Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame it on Me

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

Chorus E-40

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

I'm erog-enous, most dog in
Dark brown like a clot, but now I'm
toss me they number like an alley-oop
But I slam it in the trash, if she got, ass and loot
Shoot, all mine in the nine sizzle
Pistol still fizeal fine, hits make em retire
I no liar, I put it on my flow
Niggaz fuck around, get they head to' off

What's up? disrespect us
Them ain't tryin to fight no wars
You talkin bang bang
That's the way this gonna go
let your balls hang
Don't think just do it
when you think about it
Before you know it, you it
I ain't got shit to
No nigga, no sarges
Get your rowdy
Do it today not
Check inventory
Make you got enough ammo
It's
let em blow out the candle, biotch!

Chorus Two:

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

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

ass

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

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

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

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Two

I got dreams of a mansion with the block
About a point 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 forty six, she in an unhappy dwellin
Neighbors complainin, bout the dope sellin
But they ain't been evicted, or convicted
ain't never been subpeonaed to court, or arrested

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

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

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Two (to fade)