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 your dom on the floor, try to with me
'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me (whooo)
Your momma wanna chase, I'm statin' the fact
L.a. think about your all I want is the stacks
Cats in my face is who I'm laughin' at *hahahaha*
So you made a little dough, but doin' wit that?
'cha girl ain't feelin me
Why she me, black?
I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back
On my lap, in the jet to miami and
When I tear new school, all y'all records is whack
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 address that
Once and for all, my opinion on jamie foxx?
He pussy. pussy funny as chris rock, ha

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

felony]
No go
Who you thought it was? be fuckin' wit my uncle, ''cause
One up dick the pen in my streets go one way
I 'em in living color, on any given sunday
They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my
And if it enough to make kevin spit this out right now
And get em with feed pitbull 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 your
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 song mean"
L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak that?
Tattoed def jam under your like that
What? you a rider, not in my house,
to escape down south to my miami house
And fifty 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' like a shank
I know you wanna ride, but you
We all up in your shit like a *ugh*
Don't me stop and pull 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, and rounds at the lyricist lounge
Lost and found a new identity, from to infinity (yeah)
God mercy on all my enemies
Don't even test, waist your breath or your
Knock ya whole family off, the kennedy's
I'm pledge sicker than age, with no of remedy
niggas retire but reclaim disability
Agility, y'all outta the state penitentiary

[snoop
Look, i, regulate, bake the cake
Shake the fake, keepin my faith (uh-huh)
Demonstatin' the funk shit to the h
I the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate
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 these
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 with no
I love my wit no drawers and no bras
No laws, we break 'em the get-go
Slidin' by, high when we get-go
Love it or leave it, we love illegal
or swervin in a '85 regal
Look here, bitch, you a motherfuckin' beagel
I off on your ass like an eagle
Wherever we go, we stay connected with my
Just incase a motherfucker g funk
Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a on
And never hesitate to dissolve