Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame it on Me

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

Chorus One:

Double cross the game, and get yo' to' off
the game, ya get yo' head to' off
Your faulty bitches 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 got, ass and loot
Shoot, all mine in the nine sizzle
Pistol still fizeal fine, direct hits make em
I no liar, I put it on my flow
Niggaz fuck around, they get they 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
Don't think just do it
when you think about it
Before you it, you blew it
I ain't got to lose
No mercy nigga, no
Get your rowdy
Do it not tomorrow
Check inventory
sure you got enough ammo
It's
let em blow out the candle, biotch!

Chorus E-40

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

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

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

I trick a bitch that Legit and do whatever I tell her to
From credit scams to givin head 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 with the block
About a million point 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 been in an 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
Fonzarelli and the Savage get cash and loss
I'm from the coast, where we play that kid shit
And get they 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 playa, get the driveshaft all off, biotch!

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Two (to fade)