Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame Me

Here I come, better run I gotta off shotgun
Pump that buck and you might a hot one
me a head hunter, head's I've chopped off
Cemetary's full the bodies I dropped off
Mothafuckaz hate me, 'cause I'm singing
Die and go to hell and you get there ask for me
Come along for the ride, you to suicide
I'm the Esham, that's right
Get me a blade and I might jack a spade
Or jack my dick to a poor porno flick
Nasty with the wicked mentallity
Thirteen ways is a small
'cause I got one, blow fuckin head out
your fuckin eyes out, just to get the red out
If you be a nigga or a boy honkey
I get funky, hip hop
Serial killa, flakes
Fucked up in the head waking up with the
are the breaks, fuckin up the fakes
Some shit I you cant take
But blame me.

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

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

(CHORUS)
blame me (we are searchers of the truth)
Dont blame me (we are 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
that lead 'cause I'd rather be dead
Gimme you got if you hip you get with me
I think my wrist is to you tellin you to slit me
Suicidalist and I'm
with the black sox, whiskey on the rocks
You catch me in a jail cell with a wig
I slaughtered me a pig, but you dig
The voices in my head, me to waste ya
Pig that Bacon ham I can taste ya
lookin for a bible to touch
We overcome is a bit too much
But you touch this
Religion is some
Betcha seein god when you
But the day comes and you gotta run for shelter
Now you screamin
Damn, you turn off the T.V.
Or dont me.

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