Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame it on Me

[E-40] a fool. You sound like you fin to earl
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 getcha to' off
Fuck with my main? And getcha head to' off, beittch!

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

What's up? disrespect us
Them fools ain't tryin to no wars
You talkin bang bang
That's the way this shit go
Just let your balls
think 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 rowdy boys
Do it today not
your inventory
Make you got enough ammo
It's
Don't let em out the candle, biotch!

Chorus Two:

Think it 'fore you pop that shit
Cause if they find you witcha crew, they pack
blame it on me (4X)
(repeat all 2X)

You up sixteen
is fast
She'll still serve
for the
She to party
with her pussy-lick

ass

And we some grown men, we trill hoe out
And all we ever did was 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 drug
Oldest known to mankind
is
I make a zillion I resign
just clockwork
But you know me I'm always a day or two
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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Two

I got dreams of a mansion the glass block
About a million five in the stash box
I let the beat knock, I let the ass
And if a nigga run up, he get

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

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

Ahhhhh I spits nothin less than Lugz
We can buck on each other or we can put on the
make 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)