Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't Fuck With Me

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

Pour your dom on the floor, try to with me
'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me
Your momma wanna chase, I'm 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 watchu doin' wit
Thought 'cha girl ain't feelin' me, why she grillin' me,
I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back

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

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

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

U fuck wit me
I care about your imagery
Give a who you claim to be
U still can't 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 'em 'In Living Color' on 'Any Given Sunday'

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

We got rap game on lock, like a cake rock
Gimme the key, run up in your
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 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 rider? Not in my house,
Glad to escape south to my Miami house
An' fifty spring in the

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

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

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

I know you ride but you can't
We all up in your shit a shank
Don't me stop an' pull brakes
Ya two are lookin' cool, freakin' a sound
Yo, I get fucked up an' terrorize the

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

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

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

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

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

Spray them, liquidate 'em, 'em all
Suckers, I hate 'em, laws, I pay off
Big in this motherfuckin' bar
Wit Uncle L, tell Baby Dogg, "Yes, y'all"

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

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

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