Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame Me

Here I come, better run I gotta sawed off
that buck and you might catch a hot one
Call me a head hunter, head's chopped off
Cemetary's 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 for the ride, drive you to suicide
I'm the Esham, that's 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 small
'cause I got one, blow your head out
Pull your fuckin eyes out, to get the red out
If you be a or a white boy honkey
I get funky, hip hop
Serial killa, flakes
Fucked up in the head waking up with the
Those are the breaks, up the fakes
Some shit I make you cant
But dont me.

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

Better reach your children, 'cause I might em'
em' and learn em' a motherfuckin lesson
Get my Smith & Wesson and blow baby's head off
From bullshit, turn the T.V. set off
Psycho, and I might go like
Say some shit you might not like so
Who's god that you praise the lord to
Buyin that ticket to the heavens, afford to
Esham's back with the New Swing
I dont or none or those things
Now we got that's rappin bout god ya'll
Praise the lord to me the black
I aint no joke and my words fiction
If you so you can suck my dick then
I dont preachers, or prayers, but playaz
Esham the wicked rhyme sayer
Swing with the Slayer, sing if you
But just like I dont care
And blame me.

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

Sick in the head, knotty a dread
Pump that 'cause I'd rather be dead
Gimme 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 the black 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 Bacon ham sandwich I can taste ya
Everybody for a bible to touch
We shall overcome is a bit too
But you touch this
is some hokus-pokus
Betcha seein god you focus
But when the day comes and you gotta run for
Now you screamin
Damn, you gotta off the T.V.
Or dont me.

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