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,

your 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 your broad all I is the stacks
Cats in my face is who I'm laughin' at *hahahaha*
So you made a little dough, but wutchu wit that?
Thought 'cha 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 miami and
When I through new school, all y'all records is whack
I'm from q, for killers
And u know I
The double n, enough ammo for nigga
S, that spell queens ass, run it back
That hbo shit, I address that
Once and for all, what's my on jamie foxx?
He pussy. ain't funny as chris rock, ha

ll cool j](snoop){xzibit}[both]
You can't wit me
{can't fuck me}
I don't care about your
(fuck, nigga)
Give a who you claim to be
(fucker, c'mon)
You still can't wit me
[you can't fuck me]
You fuck wit me
[you can't with me]
I don't care about imagery
(fucker){mother
Give a fuck who you to be
{yeah}(nigga what)
You still fuck 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 living color, on any sunday
They all 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 his kids
We got this rap game on lock, a cake rock
Gimme the key, run up in spot
Like, you on belly, gimme the key
What is it gonne be, it is gonne see
your blutter don't mean
And if he keep tryna wipe it off, like "nigga, what's this mean"
L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you like that?
def jam under your wing like that
What? you a rider, not in my house,
Glad to down south to my miami house
And fifty in the couch

Let's play a game of big bank take little (yeah)
Big dank take dank (yeah)
I ninety-five 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 stop and pull
Ya two downs are lookin cool, freakin a
Yo, I get fucked up and the town
I'm the circus master so fuck the clowns
I bust, and rounds at the lyricist lounge
Lost and found a new identity, 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 pledge than age, with no type of remedy
niggas retire but reclaim disability
Agility, keppin' y'all outta the state

[snoop
Look, i, regulate, bake the cake
Shake the fake, while keepin my (uh-huh)
from 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 thing and i'ma smack your face (bee-atch)
these niggas or waste these niggas (say what)
You did fucked up 'cause I'm break niggas
Spray them, liquidate 'em, '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 no flaws
I love my wit no drawers and no bras
No laws, we 'em from the get-go
by, ridin high when we get-go
Love it or it, we love livin illegal
Servin' or in a '85 regal
Look here, bitch, you ain't a beagel
I take off on ass like an eagle
Wherever we go, we stay with my peoples
Just incase a motherfucker g funk
Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a on
And they never hesitate to