Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame it on Me

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

Chorus One:

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

I'm erog-enous, most dog in
brown like 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 sizzle
Pistol still fizeal fine, direct make em retire
I ain't no liar, I put it on my
Niggaz around, they get they head to' off

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

Chorus Two:

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

You up sixteen
Interest is
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 stuck dick in her
We fuck wines to the
Ball players that play, you keep your bitch out the Bay

The fortunate
The sluts, the abusers
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 short

I trick a bitch love 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 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 steady complainin, bout the dope
But they never been evicted, or convicted
They ain't never been subpeonaed to court, or

I tried to tell em I once told fools what's up
and the Savage get they cash and loss
I'm from the coast, where we 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 this playa, get the all off, biotch!

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Two (to fade)