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 E-40

Double the game, and get yo' head to' off
the game, ya get yo' head to' off
Your faulty bitches 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 it in the trash, if she ain't got, ass and loot
Shoot, it's all mine in the sizzle
Pistol still fizeal fine, direct hits make em
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 fight no
You talkin bang bang
That's the way shit gonna go
let your balls hang
Don't think about do it
Cause when you about it
Before you know it, you it
I ain't got shit to
No mercy nigga, no
Get your boys
Do it not tomorrow
Check inventory
Make sure you got ammo
It's
let em blow out the candle, biotch!

Chorus Two:

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

You came up
is fast
She'll still everybody
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 stuck in her mouth
We fuck wines to the
Ball players that play, you better keep bitch out the Bay

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

I trick a bitch that Legit and do whatever I tell her to
From credit scams to givin head 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 with the glass
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 unhappy
Neighbors steady complainin, bout the sellin
But they ain't never evicted, or convicted
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 from the coast, where we don't play that kid
And niggaz get they wig split

Ahhhhh I spits less than hi-tech Lugz
We can buck on 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)