Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame Me

Here I come, better run I gotta off shotgun
Pump buck and you might catch a hot one
me a head hunter, head's I've chopped off
Cemetary's full the bodies I dropped off
Mothafuckaz hate me, I'm singing Blasphemy
Die and go to and when you get there ask for me
along for the ride, drive you to suicide
I'm the Unholy Esham, right
Get me a razor blade and I might a spade
Or jack jack my dick to a poor porno
Nasty motherfucker with the wicked
Thirteen ways is a small
'cause I got one, blow fuckin head out
Pull your fuckin eyes out, 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 up with the shakes
are the breaks, fuckin up the fakes
Some shit I make you take
But dont me.

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

Better reach children, 'cause I might burn em'
em' and learn em' a motherfuckin lesson
Get my Smith & Wesson and blow your head off
From watchin bullshit, the T.V. set off
Psycho, and I might go like
Say some shit you might not like so
Who's that god that you the lord to
Buyin that to the heavens, cant afford to
Esham's back the New Jack Swing
I dont pray or none or things
Now we got niggaz that's rappin bout god
Praise the lord to me the oddball
I aint no joke and my aint fiction
If you think so you can my dick then
I like preachers, or prayers, but playaz
Esham the Unholy wicked rhyme
Swing with the Slayer, if you dare
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 blame me (we are of the truth)
blame me, the devil made me do it.

Sick in the head, like a dread
Pump that lead 'cause I'd 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 with the sox, whiskey on the rocks
You might catch me in a jail with a wig
I me a pig, but you cant 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 shall is a bit too much
But you cant this
Religion is hokus-pokus
Betcha god when 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)
Dont blame me (dont start no now)
blame me (dont start no shit now)
Dont blame me (dont start no now)
balme me, the devil made me do it.