Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't Fuck With Me

Yeah, Big Dogg, X to the Z
Uncle L, these bitch ass motherfuckers

Pour dom on the floor, try to flow with me
Duke 'em raw with whores, hide ya hoes from me
Your momma wanna chase, I'm just the fact
L.A. think your broad, all I want is the stacks

Cats in my face is who I'm laughin' at
So you a little dough but watchu doin' wit that?
Thought 'cha ain't feelin' me, why she grillin' me, Black?
I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back

On my lap, in the jet to an' back
When I tear through new school, all y'all is whack
I'm from Q, for Quiet an' you know I deliver
The N, enough ammo for every nigga

S, that Queens, stupid ass, run it back
That HBO shit, I address that
Once an' for all, what's my on Jamie Foxx?
He pussy, pussy ain't funny as Chris

U fuck wit me
I don't about your imagery
Give a who you claim to be
U can't fuck wit me

U can't wit me
I don't care about your
Give a who you claim to be
U still fuck wit me

No, go, who you thought it
Don't be wit my Uncle
one does up dick, the pen in my streets go one way
I kill 'em 'In Living Color' on Given Sunday'

They all to be waitin' to see how ill is my style
An' if it enough to make Kevin Lyle this out right now
An' get 'em Juvenile, feed pitbull puppies
Bologna in the projects, you wanna die
Nah, he wanna an' he loves his kids

We got this rap on lock, like a cake rock
Gimme the key, run up in spot
you on your belly, gimme the key
What is it gon' be, what it's gon'
When your blutter don't mean an' if he tryna wipe it off
Like, "Nigga, what's this mean?"

L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak that?
Tattooed Jam' under your wing like that
What, you a rider? Not in my house,
Glad to escape down to my Miami house
An' fifty in the couch

U fuck wit me
I don't care about your
Give a who you claim to be
U still fuck wit me

U can't wit me
I don't care about imagery
Give a fuck who you to be
U can't fuck wit me

Let's play a game of 'Big bank take little
Big dank little dank
I average ninety-five in the
We comin' down like a

I you wanna ride but you can't
We all up in shit like a shank
Don't me stop an' pull brakes
Ya two downs are lookin' cool, a sound
Yo, I get fucked up an' terrorize the

I'm the ring master, so fuck the clowns
I lyrics an' rounds at the Lyricist Lounge
an' Found', a new identity, from here to infinity
God mercy on all my enemies

even test, waste your breath or your energy
Knock ya whole family off like the
I'm pledge, sicker than age with no of remedy
Makin' niggas retire but disability
Agility, y'all outta the state penitentiary

U can't wit me
I care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you to be
U can't fuck wit me

U fuck wit me
I don't about your imagery
a fuck who you claim to be
U still fuck wit me

Look, nigga, I regulate, bake the
Shake the fake, while my faith
from the funk shit to the H
I bring the to the meat, so put the funk on the plate

You weedin' at my table, did you say grace?
You say the wrong thing an' Imma smack face
Chase niggas, erase these niggas
You done fucked up 'cuz I'm these niggas

them, liquidate 'em, fade 'em all
Suckers, I hate 'em, laws, I pay off
Big in this motherfuckin' bar
Wit L, don't tell Baby Dogg, "Yes, y'all"

We do this no flaws
I love my bitch wit no drawers an' no
No laws, we 'em from the get-go
Slidin' by, ridin' when we get-go

Love it or it, we love livin' illegal
Servin' or swervin' in a '85
Look here, bitch, you ain't a motherfuckin'
I take off on your ass like an

Wherever we go, we stay connected with my
Just in case a wanna G Funk
Two of the an' one of 'em got a piece on
An' they never to dissolve