Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't Fuck With Me

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

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

flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at
So you made a little dough but watchu wit that?
Thought 'cha girl 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 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 spell Queens, stupid ass, run it
HBO shit, I must address that
Once an' for all, my opinion on Jamie Foxx?
He pussy, pussy funny as Chris Rock

U fuck wit me
I don't care about imagery
a fuck who you claim 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 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 'em 'In Living Color' on 'Any Given Sunday'

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
Bologna in the projects, you wanna die
Nah, he live an' he loves his kids

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, it's gon' see?
When blutter don't mean an' if he keep tryna wipe it off
Like, "Nigga, what's song mean?"

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

U fuck wit me
I care about your imagery
a fuck who you claim to be
U still fuck wit me

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

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

I know you wanna ride but you
We all up in your like a shank
Don't make me an' pull brakes
Ya two downs are cool, freakin' a sound
Yo, I get fucked up an' the town

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

Don't test, waste your breath or your energy
Knock ya whole off like the Kennedy's
I'm pledge, sicker than age with no of remedy
niggas retire but reclaim disability
Agility, keepin' y'all outta the penitentiary

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

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

Look, nigga, I regulate, the cake
the fake, while keepin' my faith
Demonstratin' from the funk to the H
I bring the to the meat, so put the funk on the plate

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

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

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

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

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