Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't Fuck With Me

[ll j](snoop)
(yeah, big dogg, x to the z)

(uncle l, blast these ass motherfuckers)
Yeah,

your dom on the floor, try to flow with me
Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya from me (whooo)
Your momma wanna chase, I'm just statin' the
L.a. think about your broad all I want is the
Cats in my face is who I'm laughin' at *hahahaha*
So you made a little dough, but wutchu doin' wit
Thought girl ain't feelin me
Why she me, black?
Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus
On my lap, in the jet to miami and
When I tear through new school, all y'all records is
I'm from q, for killers
And u I deliver
The double n, enough ammo for nigga
S, that queens stupid ass, run it back
That hbo shit, I must that
Once and for all, what's my on jamie foxx?
He pussy. pussy ain't as chris rock, ha

ll cool j](snoop){xzibit}[both]
You fuck wit me
fuck with me}
I don't care about imagery
(fuck, nigga)
a fuck who you claim to be
(fucker, c'mon)
You can't fuck wit me
[you fuck with me]
You fuck wit me
can't fuck with me]
I don't about your imagery
(fucker){mother
Give a who you claim to be
{yeah}(nigga what)
You still can't wit me

[jayo
No go
Who you thought it was? be fuckin' wit my uncle, ''cause
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
And if it enough to make kevin lyle spit out right now
And get em with juvenile feed puppies, bologna in the projects
You wanna die
Nah, he wanna live, and he loves his
We got rap game on lock, like a cake rock
Gimme the key, run up in spot
Like, you on belly, gimme the key
What is it gonne be, what it is see
When your blutter mean
And if he keep tryna wipe it off, like "nigga, what's this mean"
L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak like
Tattoed def jam under wing like that
What? you a rider, not in my house,
Glad to escape down south to my miami
And spring in the couch

Let's play a game of big bank take little (yeah)
Big dank little dank (yeah)
I ninety-five in the paint (c'mon)
We down like a shank
I know you wanna ride, but you
We all up in your shit like a *ugh*
Don't make me stop and brakes
Ya two are lookin cool, freakin a sound
Yo, I get up and terroize the town
I'm the circus ring master so the clowns
I bust, lyrics and rounds at the lyricist
and found a new identity, from here to infinity (yeah)
God have mercy on all my
even test, waist your breath or your energy
Knock ya whole family off, like the
I'm pledge sicker than age, with no of remedy
Makin' retire but reclaim disability
Agility, keppin' y'all the state penitentiary

[snoop
Look, i, regulate, bake the cake
Shake the fake, keepin my faith (uh-huh)
Demonstatin' from the shit to the h
I bring the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the
You at my table, did you say your grace? (huh)
You say the wrong thing and i'ma your face (bee-atch)
Chase these niggas or waste these (say what)
You did fucked up 'cause I'm break niggas
them, liquidate 'em, fade 'em all
Suckers, I hate 'em, I pay them off
Big dogg, in this bar
Wit uncle l, tell baby dogg, "yes y'all"
We do this no flaws
I love my bitch wit no drawers and no
No laws, we 'em from the get-go
Slidin' by, high when we get-go
Love it or leave it, we 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 connected my peoples
Just incase a motherfucker g funk
Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a on
And they never to dissolve