Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame Me

Here I come, better run I gotta off shotgun
Pump that 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, 'cause I'm Blasphemy
Die and go to hell and you get there ask for me
Come for the ride, drive you to suicide
I'm the Esham, that's right
Get me a razor and I might jack a spade
Or jack my dick to a poor porno flick
Nasty motherfucker with the mentallity
Thirteen ways is a small
'cause I got one, your 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
killa, frosted flakes
Fucked up in the head waking up the shakes
Those are the breaks, fuckin up the
Some I make you cant take
But blame me.

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

Better reach children, 'cause I might burn em'
Teach em' and learn em' a lesson
Get my & Wesson and blow your baby's head off
From watchin bullshit, 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 praise the to
Buyin that ticket to the heavens, afford to
Esham's back with the New Jack
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 suck my dick
I dont like preachers, or prayers, but
Esham the Unholy rhyme sayer
with the Slayer, sing if you dare
But just like before I dont
And dont me.

(CHORUS)
Dont me (we are searchers of the truth)
Dont 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 like a
Pump that lead I'd rather be dead
what you got if you hip you get with me
I think my wrist is to you tellin you to slit me
and I'm unorthadox
Down with the black sox, whiskey on the
You might me in a jail cell with a wig
I slaughtered me a pig, but you dig
The voices in my head, tellin me to ya
Pig that ham sandwich I can taste ya
Everybody lookin for a to touch
We shall is a bit too much
But you cant this
Religion is some
Betcha god when you focus
But when the day and you gotta run for shelter
Now you Hellterskellter
Damn, you gotta off the T.V.
Or dont me.

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