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 whores, hide 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 flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at
So you made a little dough, but wutchu wit that?
'cha 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 and back
When I tear through new school, all y'all is whack
I'm q, for quiet killers
And u I deliver
The double n, enough for every nigga
S, that spell queens stupid ass, run it
That hbo shit, I must address
Once and for all, what's my opinion on foxx?
He pussy. pussy ain't as chris rock, ha

[chorus: ll j](snoop){xzibit}[both]
You fuck wit me
fuck with me}
I care about your imagery
(fuck, nigga)
Give a fuck who you to be
(fucker, c'mon)
You still fuck wit me
[you can't with me]
You fuck wit me
[you fuck with me]
I care about your imagery
(fucker){mother
a fuck who you claim to be
{yeah}(nigga what)
You can't fuck 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 to see how ill is my style
And if it enough to make kevin lyle spit this out now
And get em with juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the
You die next?
Nah, he wanna live, and he his kids
We got this rap game on lock, 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 blutter don't mean
And if he keep tryna wipe it off, "nigga, what's this song mean"
L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak that?
Tattoed def jam your wing like that
What? you a rider, not in my house,
Glad to escape south to my miami house
And fifty in the couch

Let's play a game of big bank take bank (yeah)
Big dank take dank (yeah)
I average in the paint (c'mon)
We down like a shank
I know you wanna ride, but you
We all up in shit like a shank *ugh*
Don't make me and pull brakes
Ya two downs are cool, freakin a sound
Yo, I get fucked up and the town
I'm the ring master so fuck the clowns
I bust, lyrics and rounds at the lounge
Lost and a new identity, from here to infinity (yeah)
God have on all my enemies
Don't even test, waist your or your energy
Knock ya family off, like the kennedy's
I'm pledge sicker than age, with no type of
niggas retire but reclaim disability
Agility, keppin' y'all outta the penitentiary

[snoop
Look, i, regulate, bake the cake
Shake the fake, while keepin my (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 smack face (bee-atch)
Chase these or waste these niggas (say what)
You did fucked up I'm break these niggas
Spray them, 'em, fade 'em all
Suckers, I hate 'em, I pay them 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 and no bras
No laws, we break 'em the get-go
Slidin' by, high when we get-go
Love it or leave it, we livin illegal
or swervin in a '85 regal
Look here, bitch, you ain't a beagel
I take off on your ass like an
Wherever we go, we stay connected my peoples
Just incase a motherfucker wanna g
Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a on
And they hesitate to dissolve