Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame it on Me

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

Chorus One:

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

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

What's up? disrespect us
Them fools tryin to fight no wars
You talkin bang bang
That's the way this shit go
Just let your 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 nigga, no sarges
Get your rowdy
Do it not tomorrow
Check your
sure you got enough ammo
It's
let em blow out the candle, biotch!

Chorus E-40

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

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

ass

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

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

I trick a bitch that love Legit and do 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 with the block
About a point five in the stash box
I let the beat knock, I let the ass
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 ain't never been evicted, or convicted
They ain't never subpeonaed to court, or arrested

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

Ahhhhh I spits nothin less hi-tech Lugz
We can on each other or we can put on the gloves
Don't 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)