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 armor but that calm doesn't

Chorus One:

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

I'm erog-enous, dog in this
Dark 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 in the nine sizzle
Pistol still fizeal fine, direct hits make em
I no liar, I put it on my flow
Niggaz fuck around, get they head to' off

What's up? They us
Them fools ain't tryin to fight no
You talkin about bang
That's the way shit gonna go
Just let your hang
Don't think just do it
Cause when you think it
you know it, you blew it
I ain't got shit to
No nigga, no sarges
Get your boys
Do it not tomorrow
Check your
sure you got enough ammo
It's
let em blow out the candle, biotch!

Chorus E-40

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

You came up
Interest is
She'll still everybody
for the
She to party
with her pussy-lick

ass

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

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

I trick a bitch that 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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Two

I got dreams of a mansion the glass block
a million 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 been in an dwellin
Neighbors complainin, bout the dope sellin
But they ain't never been evicted, or
They ain't been subpeonaed to court, or arrested

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

Ahhhhh I spits nothin less 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 spot
I can do playa, get the driveshaft all off, biotch!

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Two (to fade)