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 calm doesn't harm

Chorus One:

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

I'm erog-enous, most dog in
Dark like a clot, but now I'm saucy
Hoes toss me they like an alley-oop
But I it in the trash, if she ain't got, ass and loot
Shoot, it's all in the nine sizzle
Pistol still fizeal fine, hits make em retire
I ain't no liar, I put it on my
Niggaz fuck around, get they head to' off

What's up? They us
Them fools ain't to fight no wars
You talkin about bang
That's the way shit gonna go
Just let balls hang
Don't about just do it
Cause when you about it
Before you know it, you it
I ain't got to lose
No mercy nigga, no
Get your rowdy
Do it today not
Check inventory
sure you got enough ammo
It's
Don't let em out the candle, biotch!

Chorus Two:

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

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

ass

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

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

I trick a bitch love Legit and do whatever I tell her to
From credit card scams to givin to you
So if you breathe, know I mean, prepare that ass
for the boss, get that ass to' off

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Two

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

I tried to tell em like I 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 less than hi-tech Lugz
We can on each other or we can put on the gloves
Don't make me mad let me know, if you more spot
I can do this playa, get the all off, biotch!

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Two (to fade)