Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame it on Me

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

Chorus One:

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
Fuck with my riches main? And getcha to' off, beittch!

I'm erog-enous, most dog in
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, all mine in the nine sizzle
Pistol fizeal 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? They us
Them fools tryin to fight no wars
You talkin about 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 today not
your inventory
Make sure you got ammo
self-explanitory
Don't let em out the candle, biotch!

Chorus Two:

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

You came up
Interest is
She'll serve everybody
for the
She to party
with her pussy-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 your bitch out the Bay

The less
The sluts, the abusers
Oldest profession to mankind
is
When I make a zillion I
like clockwork
But you me I'm always a day or two late
and a short

I trick a bitch that love and do whatever I tell her to
From credit card scams to givin 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
a million 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 forty six, she been in an dwellin
Neighbors complainin, bout the dope sellin
But they ain't been evicted, or convicted
ain't never been subpeonaed to court, or arrested

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

Ahhhhh I spits nothin less than hi-tech
We can on each other 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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Two (to fade)