Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame it on Me

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

Chorus One:

Double the game, and get yo' head to' off
Disrespect the game, ya get yo' to' off
Your bitches main? A getcha head to' off
Fuck with my 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 ain't got, ass and
Shoot, all mine in the nine sizzle
Pistol still fizeal fine, hits make em retire
I no liar, I put it on my flow
fuck around, they get they head to' off

What's up? They us
Them fools tryin to fight no wars
You about bang bang
That's the way this gonna go
Just let your balls
think about just do it
Cause when you think it
Before you it, you blew it
I ain't got shit to
No mercy nigga, no
Get your boys
Do it today not
Check inventory
Make sure you got ammo
self-explanitory
let em blow out the candle, biotch!

Chorus Two:

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

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

ass

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

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

I trick a bitch love Legit and do whatever I tell her to
From 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 mansion with the 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 in an unhappy dwellin
steady complainin, bout the dope sellin
But they ain't never been evicted, or
ain't never been subpeonaed to court, or arrested

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

Ahhhhh I nothin less than hi-tech Lugz
We can on each other 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)