Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame it on Me

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

One: E-40

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

I'm erog-enous, most dog in
Dark brown a clot, but now I'm saucy
toss me they number like an alley-oop
But I slam it in the trash, if she got, ass and loot
Shoot, it's all mine in the sizzle
Pistol still 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? They us
Them fools tryin to fight no wars
You talkin about bang
That's the way this shit go
Just let your hang
Don't think about do it
Cause when you about it
Before you know it, you it
I got shit to lose
No mercy nigga, no
Get rowdy boys
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 find you witcha crew, they split
blame 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 grown 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 better keep bitch out the Bay

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

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

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Two

I got dreams of a with the glass block
About a point 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 dope
But they ain't never been evicted, or
They ain't never been subpeonaed to court, or

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 don't that kid shit
And niggaz get motherfuckin wig split

Ahhhhh I spits nothin less hi-tech Lugz
We can on each other or we can put on the gloves
make 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)