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 whores, hide ya hoes from me
momma wanna chase, I'm just statin' the fact
L.A. think about your broad, all I is the stacks

Cats flashin' in my is who I'm laughin' at
So you made a little dough but doin' wit that?
Thought 'cha girl ain't feelin' me, why she me, Black?
Admit I'm the man or else I'll 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 N, enough ammo for every nigga

S, spell Queens, stupid ass, run it back
That HBO shit, I address that
Once an' for all, what's my opinion on Foxx?
He pussy, pussy funny as Chris Rock

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

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

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

all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my style
An' if it enough to make Lyle spit this out right now
An' get 'em with Juvenile, pitbull puppies
in the projects, you wanna die next?
Nah, he wanna 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 belly, gimme the key
What is it gon' be, it's gon' see?
When your blutter mean an' if he keep tryna wipe it off
Like, "Nigga, what's this mean?"

L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak that?
'Def 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 can't 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 about your imagery
a fuck who you claim to be
U can't fuck wit me

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

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

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 have mercy on all my

even test, waste your breath or your energy
Knock ya whole family off the Kennedy's
I'm pledge, sicker than age no type of remedy
Makin' retire but reclaim disability
Agility, keepin' outta the state penitentiary

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

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

Look, nigga, I regulate, bake the
Shake the fake, keepin' my faith
Demonstratin' from the 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 grace?
You say the wrong thing an' Imma smack face
these niggas, erase these niggas
You done fucked up 'cuz I'm break these

Spray them, 'em, fade '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
by, ridin' high when we get-go

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

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