Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't Fuck With Me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No, go, who you it was?
be fuckin' wit my Uncle
'Cuz one does up dick, the pen in my go one way
I kill 'em 'In Living Color' on 'Any Given

all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my style
An' if it enough to make Kevin spit this out right now
An' get 'em with Juvenile, pitbull puppies
in the projects, you wanna die next?
Nah, he wanna live an' he loves his

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't even test, waste breath or your energy
Knock ya whole family off the Kennedy's
I'm pledge, sicker age with no type of remedy
Makin' niggas retire but disability
Agility, keepin' outta the state penitentiary

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

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

Look, nigga, I regulate, bake the
Shake the fake, while keepin' my
Demonstratin' the funk shit to the H
I the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate

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

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

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

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

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