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,

Pour 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. think your 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 doin' wit that?
Thought 'cha 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 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, enough for every nigga
S, that spell stupid ass, run it back
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

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

[jayo
No go
Who you thought it was? be fuckin' wit my uncle, ''cause
One does up dick the pen in my go one way
I kill 'em in color, on any given sunday
all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my style
And if it enough to make kevin lyle spit 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, like a cake
Gimme the key, run up in your
Like, you on your belly, the key
is it gonne be, what it is gonne see
When your blutter don't
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 escape down south to my miami
And fifty in the couch

Let's play a game of big bank take little (yeah)
Big dank take dank (yeah)
I average in the paint (c'mon)
We comin' down a shank
I know you wanna ride, but you
We all up in your shit like a shank
Don't make me stop and pull
Ya two downs are lookin cool, a sound
Yo, I get fucked up and terroize the
I'm the circus ring master so fuck the
I bust, lyrics and rounds at the lyricist
Lost and found a new identity, here to infinity (yeah)
God have mercy on all my
even test, waist your breath or your energy
Knock ya whole family off, like the
I'm pledge sicker than age, with no type of
Makin' retire but reclaim disability
Agility, keppin' outta the state penitentiary

[snoop
Look, nigga i, regulate, bake the
Shake the fake, while keepin my (uh-huh)
Demonstatin' from the funk to the h
I bring the to the meat, so put the funk on the plate
You weedin' at my table, did you say your (huh)
You say the wrong and i'ma smack your face (bee-atch)
Chase these niggas or waste these (say what)
You did fucked up I'm break 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 tell 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
Love it or it, we love livin illegal
Servin' or in a '85 regal
here, bitch, you ain't a motherfuckin' beagel
I take off on your ass like an
Wherever we go, we stay with my peoples
Just incase a motherfucker wanna g
Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a on
And never hesitate to dissolve