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, ya hoes from me (whooo)
Your wanna chase, I'm just statin' the fact
L.a. about your broad all I want is the stacks
Cats in my face is who I'm laughin' at *hahahaha*
So you a little dough, but wutchu doin' wit that?
'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 and back
I tear through new school, all y'all records is whack
I'm q, for quiet killers
And u I deliver
The n, enough ammo for every nigga
S, spell queens stupid ass, run it back
That hbo shit, I must address
Once and for all, what's my opinion on foxx?
He pussy. ain't funny as chris rock, ha

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

[jayo
No go
Who you thought it was? be fuckin' wit my uncle, ''cause
One does up the pen in my streets go one way
I kill 'em in living color, on any given
They all anxious to be to see how ill is my style
And if it enough to make kevin lyle spit this out now
And get em with juvenile pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects
You wanna die
Nah, he live, and he loves his kids
We got this rap game on lock, like a rock
Gimme the key, run up in your
Like, you on your belly, the key
What is it be, what it is gonne see
When blutter don't mean
And if he keep tryna wipe it off, like "nigga, what's this mean"
L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you like that?
Tattoed def jam under your wing like
What? you a rider, not in my house,
Glad to escape south to my miami house
And fifty spring in the

Let's play a game of big bank take little (yeah)
Big take little dank (yeah)
I average ninety-five in the (c'mon)
We down like a shank
I know you wanna ride, but you
We all up in your like a shank *ugh*
make me stop and pull brakes
Ya two downs are cool, freakin a sound
Yo, I get up and terroize the town
I'm the circus ring master so fuck the
I bust, lyrics and rounds at the lounge
Lost and found a new identity, from here to (yeah)
God mercy on all my enemies
even test, waist your breath or your energy
Knock ya whole family off, like the
I'm pledge than age, with no type of remedy
Makin' retire but reclaim disability
Agility, keppin' outta the state penitentiary

[snoop
Look, nigga i, regulate, the cake
Shake the fake, while keepin my (uh-huh)
Demonstatin' from the shit to the h
I bring the to the meat, so put the funk on the plate
You at my table, did you say your grace? (huh)
You say the thing and i'ma smack your face (bee-atch)
Chase these niggas or these niggas (say what)
You did up 'cause I'm break these niggas
them, liquidate 'em, fade 'em all
Suckers, I hate 'em, laws I pay off
Big dogg, in motherfuckin' bar
Wit l, don't tell baby dogg, "yes y'all"
We do this no flaws
I love my wit no drawers and no bras
No laws, we break 'em the get-go
Slidin' by, ridin high when we
it or leave it, we love livin illegal
Servin' or in a '85 regal
Look here, bitch, you ain't a beagel
I take off on ass like an eagle
we go, we stay connected with my peoples
Just incase a wanna g funk
Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a on
And never hesitate to dissolve