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, ya hoes from me (whooo)
momma wanna chase, I'm just statin' the fact
L.a. think about broad all I want is the stacks
flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at *hahahaha*
So you made a little dough, but wutchu wit that?
Thought girl ain't feelin me
Why she grillin' me,
Admit I'm the man or else twist ya uterus back
On my lap, in the jet to and back
When I tear new school, all y'all records is whack
I'm from q, for killers
And u know I
The double n, enough ammo for every
S, spell queens stupid ass, run it back
hbo shit, I must address that
Once and for all, what's my on jamie foxx?
He pussy. ain't funny as chris rock, ha

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

[jayo
No go
Who you thought it was? don't be fuckin' wit my uncle,
One does up the pen in my streets go one way
I 'em in living color, on any given sunday
They all to be waitin' to see how ill is my style
And if it enough to kevin lyle spit this out right now
And get em with feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects
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 be, what it is gonne see
your blutter don't mean
And if he keep tryna it off, like "nigga, what's this song mean"
L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak like
Tattoed def jam under wing like that
you a rider, not in my house, mouth
Glad to down south to my miami house
And fifty spring in the

Let's play a of big bank take little bank (yeah)
Big dank little 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 your shit like a *ugh*
Don't me stop and pull brakes
Ya two are lookin cool, freakin a sound
Yo, I get up and terroize the town
I'm the circus ring master so fuck the
I bust, and rounds at the lyricist lounge
Lost and a new identity, from here to infinity (yeah)
God have on all my enemies
Don't even test, waist your breath or energy
Knock ya family off, like the kennedy's
I'm sicker than age, with no type of remedy
Makin' retire but reclaim disability
Agility, keppin' y'all outta the state

[snoop
Look, nigga i, regulate, bake the
Shake the fake, while my faith (uh-huh)
Demonstatin' from the funk to the h
I the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate
You weedin' at my table, did you say grace? (huh)
You say the wrong thing and i'ma your face (bee-atch)
these niggas or waste these niggas (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, don't tell dogg, "yes y'all"
We do with no flaws
I love my wit no drawers and no bras
No laws, we break 'em the get-go
Slidin' by, ridin when we get-go
it or leave it, we love livin illegal
Servin' or swervin in a '85
Look here, bitch, you ain't a motherfuckin'
I take off on ass like an eagle
Wherever we go, we connected with my peoples
incase a motherfucker wanna g funk
Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a on
And never hesitate to dissolve