Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame it on Me

[E-40] Youse a fool. You like you fin to earl
They can all the armor 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 faulty bitches main? A getcha to' off
Fuck with my riches main? And getcha to' off, beittch!

I'm erog-enous, most dog in
Dark brown 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, it's all in the nine sizzle
Pistol still fine, direct hits make em retire
I no liar, I put it on my flow
fuck around, they get they head to' off

What's up? disrespect us
Them fools ain't tryin to fight no
You talkin bang bang
the way this shit gonna go
Just let your hang
think about just do it
Cause when you think it
Before you it, you blew it
I got shit to lose
No mercy nigga, no
Get your boys
Do it not tomorrow
Check your
Make you got enough ammo
It's
let em blow out the candle, biotch!

Chorus E-40

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

You came up
Interest is
She'll still everybody
for the
She likes to
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 that play, you better keep your bitch out the Bay

The fortunate
The sluts, the abusers
Oldest profession known to
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 that love Legit and do whatever I her to
From card scams to givin head 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 the glass block
About a million five in the stash box
I let the knock, I let the ass drop
And if a run up, he get ch-uh-chopped

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

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

Ahhhhh I spits less than hi-tech Lugz
We can buck on other 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)