Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame it on Me

[E-40] Youse a fool. You sound like you fin to
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
faulty bitches main? A getcha head to' off
Fuck with my riches And getcha head to' off, beittch!

I'm erog-enous, most dog in
Dark brown like a clot, but now I'm
Hoes toss me they number 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, hits make em retire
I no liar, I put it on my flow
Niggaz fuck around, they get head to' off

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

Chorus E-40

Think about it 'fore you pop that
Cause if they find you crew, they pack split
Don't it on me (4X)
(repeat all 2X)

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

ass

And we grown men, we turn trill hoe out
And all we ever did was dick 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
Oldest profession to mankind
is
I make a zillion I resign
just like
But you me I'm always a day or two late
and a dollar

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 I mean, prepare that ass
for the guillotine boss, get ass to' off

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I got dreams of a mansion the glass 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 six, she been in an unhappy dwellin
Neighbors steady complainin, the dope sellin
But they ain't been evicted, or convicted
They never been subpeonaed to court, or arrested

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

Ahhhhh I spits nothin less than Lugz
We can buck on each or we can put on the gloves
Don't 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)