Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame Me

Here I come, run I gotta sawed off shotgun
that buck and you might catch a hot one
Call me a hunter, head's I've chopped off
full from 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 for the ride, drive you to suicide
I'm the Unholy Esham, right
Get me a blade and I might jack a spade
Or jack jack my to a poor porno flick
Nasty motherfucker the wicked mentallity
Thirteen ways is a technicallity
I got one, blow your fuckin head out
Pull your fuckin out, just to get the red out
If you be a nigga or a white boy
I get funky, hip hop
Serial killa, frosted
up in the head waking up with the shakes
Those are the breaks, up the fakes
Some shit I you cant take
But dont me.

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

Better 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 Michael
Say some shit you might not like so
that god that you praise the lord to
Buyin that ticket to the heavens, cant to
Esham's back the New Jack Swing
I dont pray or or those things
Now we got that's rappin bout god ya'll
Praise the lord to me the oddball
I no joke and my words aint fiction
If you think so you can suck my dick
I like preachers, or prayers, but playaz
Esham the Unholy wicked rhyme
Swing with the Slayer, 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)
Dont blame me, the devil me do it.

in the head, knotty like a dread
Pump that 'cause I'd rather be dead
Gimme you got if you hip you get with me
I think my is talking to you tellin you to slit me
and I'm unorthadox
Down with the sox, whiskey on the rocks
You might catch me in a cell with a wig
I me a pig, but you cant dig
The in my head, tellin me to waste ya
Pig that Bacon ham I can taste ya
Everybody for a bible to touch
We shall is a bit too much
But you touch this
Religion is hokus-pokus
seein 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 blame me.

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