Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't Fuck With Me

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

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

Cats flashin' in my is who I'm laughin' at
So you a little dough but watchu doin' wit that?
Thought girl ain't feelin' me, why she grillin' me, Black?
Admit I'm the man or I'll twist ya uterus 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 know I
The double N, ammo for every nigga

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

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

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

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

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

We got rap game on lock, like a cake rock
Gimme the key, run up in spot
you on your belly, gimme the key
What is it be, what it's gon' see?
When your blutter mean an' if he keep tryna wipe it off
Like, "Nigga, this song mean?"

L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you like that?
Tattooed 'Def Jam' under wing like that
What, you a Not in my house, mouth
Glad to down south to my Miami house
An' fifty spring in the

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

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

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

I know you wanna ride but you
We all up in shit like a shank
make me stop an' pull brakes
Ya two downs are lookin' cool, a sound
Yo, I get fucked up an' terrorize the

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

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

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

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

Look, nigga, I regulate, the cake
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 at my table, did you say your grace?
You say the wrong thing an' Imma smack face
Chase these niggas, erase these
You done up 'cuz I'm break 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 my bitch wit no drawers an' no bras
No laws, we break 'em the get-go
Slidin' by, ridin' high when we

Love it or leave it, we love livin'
Servin' or swervin' in a '85
Look here, bitch, you a motherfuckin' Beagel
I off on your ass like an eagle

Wherever we go, we connected with my peoples
in case a motherfucker wanna G Funk
Two of the an' one of 'em got a piece on
An' they hesitate to dissolve