Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame Me

Here I come, better run I sawed off shotgun
Pump that and you might catch a hot one
me a head hunter, head's I've chopped off
Cemetary's from the bodies I dropped off
Mothafuckaz hate me, I'm singing Blasphemy
Die and go to hell and you get there 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 to a poor porno flick
motherfucker with the wicked mentallity
Thirteen is a small technicallity
I got one, blow your fuckin head out
Pull fuckin eyes out, just 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 waking up with the shakes
Those are the breaks, up the fakes
Some shit I make you cant
But blame me.

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

Better reach children, 'cause I might burn em'
em' and learn em' a motherfuckin lesson
Get my Smith & and blow your baby's head off
From watchin bullshit, the T.V. set off
Psycho, and I go like Michael
Say shit that you might not like so
Who's that god you praise the lord to
Buyin ticket to the heavens, cant afford to
Esham's back with the New Swing
I dont pray or or those things
Now we got niggaz rappin bout god ya'll
Praise the lord to me the oddball
I aint no joke and my words aint
If you think so you can suck my dick
I dont preachers, or prayers, but playaz
Esham the wicked rhyme sayer
Swing with the Slayer, if you dare
But just like before I 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)
Dont blame me, the made me do it.

in the head, knotty like a dread
Pump lead 'cause I'd rather be dead
Gimme what you got if you hip you get me
I think my is talking to you tellin you to slit me
and I'm unorthadox
Down with the black sox, whiskey on the
You catch me in a jail cell with a wig
I me a pig, but you cant dig
The voices in my head, tellin me to ya
Pig that Bacon ham sandwich I can ya
Everybody lookin for a bible to
We overcome is a bit too much
But you cant this
is some hokus-pokus
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 no shit now)
blame me (dont start no shit now)
Dont me (dont start no shit now)
balme me, the devil made me do it.