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)
Your momma wanna chase, I'm just the fact
L.a. think 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 ya uterus back
On my lap, in the jet to miami and
When I tear new school, all y'all records is whack
I'm from q, for quiet
And u know I
The n, enough ammo for every nigga
S, that spell stupid ass, run it back
hbo shit, I must address that
Once and for all, what's my on jamie foxx?
He pussy. pussy ain't funny as rock, ha

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

felony]
No go
Who you thought it was? don't be 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 kevin lyle spit this out right now
And get em with juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the
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 spot
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 like that?
Tattoed def jam under your wing that
you a rider, not in my house, mouth
Glad to escape down south to my miami
And spring in the couch

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

[snoop
Look, nigga i, regulate, bake the
the fake, while keepin my faith (uh-huh)
Demonstatin' from the funk to the h
I bring the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the
You weedin' at my table, did you say your (huh)
You say the wrong thing and i'ma smack face (bee-atch)
Chase niggas or waste these niggas (say what)
You did up 'cause I'm break these niggas
Spray them, liquidate 'em, 'em all
Suckers, I hate 'em, laws I pay off
Big dogg, in motherfuckin' 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 'em from the get-go
Slidin' by, ridin high we get-go
Love it or it, we love livin illegal
Servin' or swervin in a '85
Look here, bitch, you a motherfuckin' beagel
I off on your ass like an eagle
we go, we stay connected with my peoples
Just incase a motherfucker g funk
Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a on
And they never to dissolve