Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't Fuck With Me

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

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

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

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

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

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

U can't wit me
I don't care your imagery
a fuck 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 'Any Given

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

We got this rap game on lock, like a rock
Gimme the key, run up in your
Like you on your belly, the key
is it gon' be, what it's gon' see?
When your blutter don't mean an' if he keep wipe it off
Like, "Nigga, this song 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 down south to my Miami house
An' fifty spring in the

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

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

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

I know you wanna ride but you
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' the town

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

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

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

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

Look, nigga, I regulate, bake the
the fake, while keepin' my faith
Demonstratin' from the funk 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, these niggas
You done up 'cuz I'm break these niggas

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

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

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

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