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, I've chopped off
Cemetary's full from the I dropped off
hate me, 'cause I'm singing Blasphemy
Die and go to and when you get there ask for me
Come along for the ride, drive you to
I'm the Unholy Esham, that's
Get me a blade and I might jack a spade
Or jack my dick to a poor porno flick
Nasty with the wicked mentallity
ways is a small technicallity
'cause I got one, blow your fuckin 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, flakes
Fucked up in the head waking up with the
Those are the breaks, fuckin up the
Some shit I make you cant
But blame me.

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

Better your children, 'cause I might burn em'
Teach em' and learn em' a motherfuckin
Get my Smith & Wesson and your baby's head off
From bullshit, turn the T.V. set off
Psycho, and I go like Michael
Say some that you might not like so
that god that you praise the lord to
Buyin that to the heavens, cant afford to
Esham's back with the New Swing
I dont pray or none or those
Now we got that's rappin bout god ya'll
Praise the lord to me the black
I aint no and my words 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 dont me.

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

in the head, knotty like a dread
Pump that lead 'cause I'd rather be
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 cell with a wig
I slaughtered me a pig, but you dig
The in my head, tellin me to waste ya
Pig that Bacon ham sandwich I can ya
Everybody lookin for a bible to
We shall is a bit too much
But you cant this
Religion is hokus-pokus
Betcha god when you focus
But when the day and you gotta run for shelter
Now you Hellterskellter
Damn, you turn off the T.V.
Or blame me.

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