Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame it on Me

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

Chorus E-40

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

I'm erog-enous, dog in this
Dark brown a clot, but now I'm saucy
toss me they number like an alley-oop
But I slam it in the trash, if she got, ass and loot
Shoot, it's all mine in the nine
Pistol still fizeal fine, direct hits em retire
I no liar, I put it on my flow
Niggaz around, they get they head to' off

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

Chorus E-40

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

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

ass

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

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

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

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

Case number two six, she been 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 told what's up
Fonzarelli and the Savage get they cash and
I'm the coast, where we don't play that kid shit
And get they motherfuckin wig split

Ahhhhh I spits nothin less than hi-tech
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 playa, get the driveshaft all off, biotch!

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Two (to fade)