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
Call me a head hunter, 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 along for the ride, drive you to
I'm the Unholy Esham, right
Get me a razor blade and I might jack a
Or jack jack my dick to a poor flick
Nasty motherfucker with the wicked
Thirteen ways is a small
'cause I got one, 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
killa, frosted flakes
Fucked up in the head up with the shakes
are the breaks, fuckin up the fakes
Some shit I make you cant
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'
em' and learn em' a motherfuckin lesson
Get my Smith & Wesson and blow your head off
watchin bullshit, turn 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 that ticket to the heavens, afford to
Esham's back the New Jack Swing
I dont pray or none or things
Now we got niggaz that's bout god ya'll
Praise the lord to me the black
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
with the Slayer, sing if you dare
But like before I dont care
And dont me.

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

Sick in the head, like a dread
Pump that lead I'd rather be dead
what you got if you hip you get with me
I think my wrist is talking to you you to slit me
Suicidalist and I'm
Down with the black sox, 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 ham sandwich I can taste ya
lookin for a bible to touch
We overcome is a bit too much
But you cant touch
Religion is some
Betcha god when you focus
But when the day comes and you run for shelter
Now you screamin
Damn, you turn off the T.V.
Or blame me.

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