Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame Me

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

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

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

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

in the head, knotty like a dread
Pump lead 'cause I'd rather be dead
Gimme what you got if you hip you get me
I think my is talking to you tellin you to slit me
Suicidalist and I'm
Down the black sox, whiskey on the rocks
You might catch me in a jail cell a wig
I me a pig, but you cant dig
The voices in my head, me to waste ya
Pig Bacon ham sandwich I can taste ya
Everybody lookin for a bible to
We shall overcome is a bit too
But you cant this
is some hokus-pokus
Betcha god when you focus
But when the day comes and you run for shelter
Now you screamin
Damn, you gotta off the T.V.
Or dont me.

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