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 E-40

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

I'm erog-enous, dog in this
Dark brown like a clot, but now I'm
Hoes toss me 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 fizeal fine, direct make em retire
I no liar, I put it on my flow
Niggaz fuck around, they get they to' off

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

Chorus Two:

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

You up sixteen
Interest is
She'll still everybody
for the
She likes to
her ass-lick pussy-lick

ass

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

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

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, what I mean, prepare that ass
for the guillotine boss, get ass to' off

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I got of a mansion with the glass block
About a 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 been in an dwellin
Neighbors steady complainin, bout the sellin
But they ain't never evicted, or convicted
They ain't never been to court, or arrested

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

Ahhhhh I nothin 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 want more
I can do playa, get the driveshaft all off, biotch!

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