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
'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me (whooo)
Your momma wanna chase, I'm just the fact
L.a. about your broad all I want is the stacks
Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm at *hahahaha*
So you made a little dough, but wutchu doin' wit
Thought girl ain't feelin me
Why she grillin' me,
Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya back
On my lap, in the jet to and back
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 that
Once and for all, what's my opinion on jamie
He pussy. pussy ain't as chris rock, ha

ll cool j](snoop){xzibit}[both]
You can't wit me
{can't with 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
can't fuck with me]
You can't wit me
[you can't with me]
I don't about your imagery
(fucker){mother
a fuck who you claim to be
{yeah}(nigga what)
You can't 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 given
all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my style
And if it to make kevin lyle spit this out right now
And get em juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects
You die next?
Nah, he live, and he loves his kids
We got this rap game on lock, a cake rock
Gimme the key, run up in your
Like, you on your belly, the key
is it gonne be, what it is gonne see
When blutter don't mean
And if he keep tryna wipe it off, like "nigga, what's song mean"
L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you like that?
Tattoed def jam your wing like that
you a rider, not in my house, mouth
Glad to escape down to my miami house
And fifty in the couch

Let's play a game of big bank little bank (yeah)
Big dank take dank (yeah)
I ninety-five in the paint (c'mon)
We down like a shank
I you wanna ride, but you can't
We all up in your shit like a shank
Don't make me stop and pull
Ya two are lookin cool, freakin a sound
Yo, I get up and terroize the town
I'm the circus ring 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 test, waist your breath or your energy
Knock ya whole off, like the kennedy's
I'm pledge than age, with no type of remedy
Makin' niggas retire but reclaim
Agility, keppin' y'all outta the penitentiary

[snoop
Look, nigga i, regulate, bake the
Shake the fake, while my faith (uh-huh)
from the funk shit 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)
Chase these niggas or waste niggas (say what)
You did fucked up 'cause I'm break niggas
Spray them, 'em, fade 'em all
Suckers, I hate 'em, laws I pay off
Big dogg, in this bar
Wit l, don't tell baby dogg, "yes y'all"
We do this no flaws
I love my bitch wit no and no bras
No laws, we break 'em from the
Slidin' by, 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 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 they hesitate to dissolve