Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame Me

Here I come, run I gotta sawed off shotgun
Pump that buck and you might a hot one
Call me a hunter, head's I've chopped off
Cemetary's full the bodies I dropped off
Mothafuckaz me, 'cause I'm singing Blasphemy
Die and go to hell and you get there ask for me
Come for the ride, drive you to suicide
I'm the Unholy Esham, right
Get me a razor and I might jack a spade
Or jack jack my dick to a porno flick
motherfucker with the wicked mentallity
Thirteen is a small technicallity
'cause I got one, blow your fuckin out
Pull fuckin eyes out, just to get the red out
If you be a or a white boy honkey
I get funky, hip hop
killa, frosted flakes
Fucked up in the head up with the shakes
are the breaks, fuckin up the fakes
Some shit I you cant take
But dont me.

(CHORUS)
blame me
Dont me
blame me
Dont blame me, the devil me do it.

Better reach your children, 'cause I burn em'
Teach em' and learn em' a motherfuckin
Get my Smith & Wesson and blow your head off
From watchin bullshit, the T.V. set off
Psycho, and I go like Michael
Say some shit that you might not so
Who's that god that you praise the to
Buyin that to the heavens, cant afford to
Esham's back with the New Jack
I dont or none or those things
Now we got niggaz that's rappin god ya'll
Praise the to me the black oddball
I aint no and my words aint fiction
If you think so you can suck my dick
I dont preachers, or prayers, but playaz
Esham the Unholy wicked rhyme
Swing with the Slayer, sing if you
But just like before I care
And dont me.

(CHORUS)
Dont blame me (we are of the truth)
blame me (we are searchers of the truth)
Dont me (we are searchers of the truth)
Dont me, the devil made me do it.

Sick in the head, knotty like a
Pump lead 'cause I'd rather be dead
Gimme you got if you hip you get with me
I think my wrist is talking to you you to slit me
Suicidalist and I'm
Down with the sox, whiskey on the rocks
You might catch me in a jail with a wig
I slaughtered me a pig, but you dig
The voices in my head, tellin me to ya
Pig that ham sandwich I can taste ya
lookin for a bible to touch
We overcome is a bit too much
But you touch this
Religion is hokus-pokus
Betcha seein god you focus
But when the day comes and you run for shelter
Now you Hellterskellter
Damn, you turn off the T.V.
Or dont me.

(CHORUS)
blame me (dont start no shit now)
Dont blame me (dont start no now)
blame me (dont start no shit now)
Dont me, the devil made me do it.