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 but that calm doesn't harm

Chorus E-40

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

I'm erog-enous, dog in this
brown like a clot, but now I'm saucy
Hoes toss me they number 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, hits make em retire
I ain't no liar, I put it on my
Niggaz fuck around, get they head to' off

What's up? They us
Them fools ain't tryin to fight no
You talkin bang bang
the way this shit gonna go
Just let your balls
think about just do it
Cause when you about it
you know it, you blew it
I ain't got to lose
No nigga, no sarges
Get your rowdy
Do it today not
your 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 find you witcha crew, they split
blame it on me (4X)
(repeat all 2X)

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

ass

And we grown men, we turn trill hoe out
And all we did was stuck dick in her mouth
We wines to the millionaires
Ball players that play, you better your bitch out the Bay

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

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

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I got dreams of a mansion with the glass
About a million point five in the box
I let the beat knock, I let the ass
And if a run up, he get ch-uh-chopped

Case number two forty six, she been in an unhappy
Neighbors complainin, bout the dope 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 once told fools up
Fonzarelli and the get they cash and loss
I'm from the coast, where we play that kid shit
And niggaz get they motherfuckin wig

Ahhhhh I spits nothin less than 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)