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
Duke 'em raw with them whores, ya hoes from me
Your momma wanna chase, I'm just statin' the
L.A. about your broad, all I want is the stacks

Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm at
So you a little dough but watchu doin' wit that?
Thought 'cha ain't 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 y'all records is
I'm from Q, for Quiet Killers an' you I deliver
The double N, enough for every nigga

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

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

No, go, who you it was?
be fuckin' wit my Uncle
'Cuz one up dick, the pen in my streets go one way
I kill 'em 'In Living Color' on 'Any Sunday'

They all anxious to be 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 puppies
Bologna in the projects, you die next?
Nah, he wanna an' he loves his kids

We got this rap game on lock, a cake rock
Gimme the key, run up in spot
Like you on your belly, the key
What is it gon' be, it's gon' see?
When your don't mean an' if he keep tryna wipe it off
Like, "Nigga, this song mean?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't even test, waste your or your energy
Knock ya whole off like the Kennedy's
I'm pledge, sicker age with 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 your
Give a fuck who you to be
U still fuck wit me

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

Look, nigga, I regulate, the cake
the fake, while keepin' my faith
Demonstratin' the funk 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 grace?
You say the wrong an' Imma smack your face
Chase niggas, erase these niggas
You done fucked up 'cuz I'm these niggas

them, liquidate 'em, fade 'em all
Suckers, I 'em, laws, I pay them off
Big in this 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 break 'em the get-go
Slidin' by, ridin' when we get-go

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

Wherever we go, we stay connected 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