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 armor but that 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 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 me they number like an alley-oop
But I slam it in the trash, if she ain't got, ass and
Shoot, all mine in the nine sizzle
still 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 ain't tryin to fight no wars
You talkin bang bang
That's the way this gonna go
Just let your balls
Don't think just do it
Cause when you think it
you know it, you blew it
I ain't got to lose
No nigga, no sarges
Get your boys
Do it not tomorrow
Check inventory
sure you got enough ammo
It's
Don't let em out the candle, biotch!

Chorus E-40

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

You came up
Interest is
still serve 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 dick in her mouth
We fuck to the millionaires
Ball players that play, you better keep your out the Bay

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

I trick a bitch love Legit and do whatever I tell her to
credit card scams to givin head to you
So if you breathe, know what I mean, prepare 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 knock, I let the ass drop
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 subpeonaed to court, or

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

Ahhhhh I nothin less than hi-tech Lugz
We can buck on each or we can put on the gloves
Don't make me mad let me know, if you want more
I can do this playa, get the all off, biotch!

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