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 calm doesn't harm

One: E-40

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

I'm erog-enous, most dog in
Dark like a clot, but now I'm saucy
Hoes toss me they number an alley-oop
But I slam it in the trash, if she got, ass and loot
Shoot, it's all mine in the nine
Pistol still fine, direct 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 fools ain't tryin to no wars
You talkin bang bang
the way this shit gonna go
Just let your balls
Don't think just do it
Cause when you think it
Before you it, you blew it
I ain't got shit to
No nigga, no sarges
Get your rowdy
Do it not tomorrow
Check inventory
Make sure you got ammo
It's
let em blow out the candle, biotch!

Chorus Two:

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

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

ass

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

The less
The sluts, the abusers
Oldest profession to mankind
is
I make a zillion I resign
just clockwork
But you know me I'm a day or two late
and a dollar

I trick a bitch that love Legit and do whatever I her to
From card scams 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 of a mansion with the glass block
About a million point in the stash box
I let the beat knock, I let the ass
And if a nigga run up, he get

Case number two six, she been in an unhappy dwellin
Neighbors steady complainin, bout the sellin
But they ain't been evicted, or convicted
They ain't never been to court, or arrested

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

Ahhhhh I spits less than hi-tech Lugz
We can on each other or we can put on the gloves
make me mad let me know, if you want more spot
I can do this playa, get the all off, biotch!

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Two (to fade)