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 your dom on the floor, try to with me
Duke 'em raw with them whores, ya hoes from me (whooo)
Your momma wanna chase, I'm just statin' the
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 'cha girl ain't me
Why she me, black?
I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back
On my lap, in the jet to and back
When I tear through new school, all records is whack
I'm q, for quiet killers
And u know I
The double n, enough ammo for nigga
S, spell queens stupid ass, run it back
That hbo shit, I address that
Once and for all, what's my opinion on foxx?
He pussy. pussy 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 imagery
(fuck, nigga)
Give a who you claim to be
(fucker, c'mon)
You still can't wit me
[you fuck with me]
You can't wit me
[you can't fuck me]
I don't about your imagery
(fucker){mother
Give a fuck who you to be
{yeah}(nigga what)
You can't fuck wit me

felony]
No go
Who you thought it don't be fuckin' wit my uncle, ''cause
One up dick the pen in my streets go one way
I kill 'em in 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, in the projects
You die next?
Nah, he live, and he loves his kids
We got this rap game on lock, like a cake
Gimme the key, run up in your
Like, you on your belly, the key
What is it gonne be, it is gonne see
When your don't mean
And if he keep tryna wipe it off, like "nigga, this song mean"
L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you like that?
Tattoed def jam under your like that
you a rider, not in my house, mouth
Glad to down south to my miami house
And fifty in the couch

Let's play a game of big bank little bank (yeah)
Big dank little dank (yeah)
I average ninety-five in the (c'mon)
We comin' like a shank
I know you ride, but you can't
We all up in your like a shank *ugh*
Don't make me stop and pull
Ya two downs are cool, freakin a sound
Yo, I get fucked up and the town
I'm the circus master so fuck the clowns
I bust, lyrics and rounds at the lyricist
Lost and found a new identity, here to infinity (yeah)
God have on all my enemies
Don't even test, your breath or your energy
Knock ya whole off, like the kennedy's
I'm pledge sicker than age, with no type of
Makin' niggas but reclaim disability
Agility, keppin' y'all outta the penitentiary

[snoop
Look, nigga i, regulate, the cake
the fake, while keepin my faith (uh-huh)
Demonstatin' the funk shit to the h
I bring the 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 these niggas
Spray them, 'em, fade '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 with no
I love my wit no drawers and no bras
No laws, we break 'em from the
by, ridin high when we get-go
Love it or leave it, we love livin
Servin' or swervin in a '85
Look here, bitch, you ain't a beagel
I off on your ass like an eagle
Wherever we go, we stay connected my peoples
Just a motherfucker wanna g funk
Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a on
And they never to dissolve