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 head hunter, I've chopped off
Cemetary's from the bodies I dropped off
Mothafuckaz hate me, 'cause I'm Blasphemy
Die and go to hell and when you get ask for me
Come for the ride, drive you to suicide
I'm the Unholy Esham, that's
Get me a razor and I might jack a spade
Or jack jack my to a poor porno flick
Nasty motherfucker the wicked mentallity
Thirteen ways is a small
'cause I got one, blow your head out
Pull your eyes out, just to get the red out
If you be a or a white boy honkey
I get funky, hip hop
Serial killa, flakes
Fucked up in the head waking up with the
Those are the breaks, up the fakes
Some shit I make you cant
But blame me.

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

reach your children, 'cause I might burn em'
Teach em' and learn em' a motherfuckin
Get my Smith & Wesson and blow your baby's off
From watchin bullshit, the T.V. set off
Psycho, and I might go like
Say shit that you might not like so
Who's that god you praise the lord to
Buyin that ticket to the heavens, afford to
Esham's back with the New Jack
I dont pray or or those things
Now we got niggaz that's rappin god ya'll
Praise the to me the black oddball
I aint no joke and my words fiction
If you think so you can suck my then
I like preachers, or prayers, but playaz
Esham the wicked rhyme sayer
Swing the Slayer, sing if you dare
But just like before I care
And blame me.

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

Sick in the head, like a dread
Pump that lead 'cause I'd rather be
what you got if you hip you get with me
I think my wrist is to you tellin you to slit me
and I'm unorthadox
Down with the black sox, on the rocks
You might catch me in a cell with a wig
I slaughtered me a pig, but you dig
The voices in my head, me to waste ya
Pig that ham sandwich I can taste ya
lookin for a bible to touch
We shall overcome is a bit too
But you cant this
Religion is some
Betcha god when you focus
But when the day and you gotta run for shelter
Now you screamin
Damn, you gotta off the T.V.
Or blame me.

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