Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame Me

Here I come, run I gotta sawed off shotgun
Pump that buck and you might a hot one
Call me a head hunter, head's chopped off
Cemetary's full from the I dropped off
Mothafuckaz hate me, 'cause I'm Blasphemy
Die and go to hell and when you get ask for me
Come for the ride, drive you to suicide
I'm the Unholy Esham, that's
Get me a razor blade and I might jack a
Or jack jack my dick to a porno flick
Nasty motherfucker the wicked mentallity
Thirteen is a small technicallity
'cause I got one, blow your 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, frosted
Fucked up in the waking up with the shakes
Those are the breaks, fuckin up the
Some I make you cant take
But blame me.

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

Better reach your children, 'cause I might em'
Teach em' and learn em' a motherfuckin
Get my Smith & Wesson and blow your head off
From 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 you praise the lord to
Buyin that ticket to the heavens, afford to
Esham's back with the New Jack
I dont pray or none or things
Now we got niggaz that's rappin god ya'll
the lord to me the black oddball
I aint no and my words aint fiction
If you so you can suck my dick then
I like preachers, or prayers, but playaz
Esham the Unholy rhyme sayer
with the Slayer, sing if you dare
But just like before I care
And blame me.

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

Sick in the head, knotty like a
Pump that lead I'd rather be dead
what you got if you hip you get with me
I my wrist 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 cell a wig
I slaughtered me a pig, but you dig
The in my head, tellin 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 touch
is some hokus-pokus
Betcha seein god you focus
But when the day comes and you run for shelter
Now you screamin
Damn, you turn off the T.V.
Or dont me.

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