Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame it on Me

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

Chorus One:

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

I'm erog-enous, dog in this
Dark brown like a clot, but now I'm
Hoes toss me they 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 hits make em
I ain't no liar, I put it on my
Niggaz around, they 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 shit gonna go
let your balls hang
Don't about just do it
when you think about it
Before you it, you blew it
I ain't got to lose
No nigga, no sarges
Get rowdy boys
Do it not tomorrow
Check your
Make sure you got enough
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 came up
is fast
She'll still serve
for the
She to party
with her pussy-lick

ass

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

The fortunate
The sluts, the abusers
profession known to mankind
is
When I a zillion I resign
just clockwork
But you know me I'm always a day or two
and a short

I trick a bitch that love 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 beat knock, I let the ass
And if a nigga run up, he get

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

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

Ahhhhh I spits 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 more
I can do playa, get the driveshaft all off, biotch!

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Two (to fade)