Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't Fuck With Me

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

Pour your dom on the floor, try to flow me
Duke 'em raw them whores, hide ya hoes from me
Your momma chase, I'm just statin' the fact
L.A. about your broad, all I want 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 me, Black?
Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya 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 for every nigga

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

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

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

No, go, who you it was?
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

all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my style
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 wanna live an' he his kids

We got this rap game on lock, like a cake
the key, run up in your spot
Like you on belly, gimme the key
What is it gon' be, what it's 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' your wing like that
What, you a rider? Not in my house,
Glad to escape south to my Miami house
An' spring in the couch

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

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

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

I you wanna ride but you can't
We all up in your shit like a
Don't make me 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 lyrics an' rounds at the Lounge
'Lost an' Found', a new identity, from to infinity
God mercy on all my enemies

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

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

U can't 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, bake the
Shake the fake, keepin' my faith
from the funk 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 your
Chase these niggas, erase niggas
You done up 'cuz I'm break these niggas

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

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

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

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