Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't Fuck With Me

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

(uncle l, blast bitch ass motherfuckers)
Yeah,

Pour dom on the floor, try to flow with me
Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya from me (whooo)
Your momma chase, I'm just statin' the fact
L.a. think about broad all I want is the stacks
Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm at *hahahaha*
So you made a little dough, but doin' wit that?
'cha girl ain't feelin me
Why she grillin' me,
Admit I'm the man or I'll twist ya uterus back
On my lap, in the jet to miami and
I tear through new school, all y'all records is whack
I'm q, for quiet killers
And u know I
The double n, ammo for every nigga
S, that spell queens stupid ass, run it
hbo shit, I must address that
Once and for all, my opinion on jamie foxx?
He pussy. pussy ain't funny as rock, ha

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

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

Let's play a game of big bank take bank (yeah)
Big dank little dank (yeah)
I average ninety-five in the (c'mon)
We comin' down 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 fucked up and the town
I'm the circus ring master so fuck the
I bust, lyrics and at the lyricist lounge
and found a new identity, from here to infinity (yeah)
God have mercy on all my
Don't test, waist your breath or your energy
Knock ya whole family off, like the
I'm pledge sicker than age, no type of remedy
Makin' retire but reclaim disability
Agility, keppin' outta the state penitentiary

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