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 your dom on the floor, try to flow me
'em raw with them whores, hide 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
Cats in my face is who I'm laughin' at *hahahaha*
So you made a little dough, but doin' wit that?
Thought 'cha girl ain't me
Why she grillin' me,
Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya back
On my lap, in the jet to miami and
When I through new school, all y'all records is whack
I'm q, for quiet killers
And u I deliver
The double n, enough ammo for nigga
S, that queens stupid ass, run it back
hbo shit, I must address that
Once and for all, what's my opinion on jamie
He pussy. pussy funny as chris rock, ha

[chorus: ll j](snoop){xzibit}[both]
You fuck 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 can't fuck wit me
[you can't with me]
You can't wit me
[you can't fuck me]
I don't about 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? don't be wit my uncle, ''cause
One does up the pen in my streets go one way
I kill 'em in color, on any given sunday
They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my
And if it enough to make lyle spit this out right now
And get em with juvenile pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects
You wanna die
Nah, he wanna live, and he his kids
We got this rap game on lock, a cake rock
the key, run up in your spot
Like, you on your belly, the key
is it gonne be, what it is gonne see
When your don't mean
And if he keep tryna wipe it off, "nigga, what's this song mean"
L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak that?
def jam under your wing like that
What? you a rider, not in my house,
Glad to escape down south to my house
And spring in the couch

Let's play a of big bank take little bank (yeah)
Big take little 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
make me stop and pull brakes
Ya two downs are lookin cool, freakin a
Yo, I get up and terroize the town
I'm the circus master so fuck the clowns
I bust, and rounds at the lyricist lounge
Lost and a new identity, from here to infinity (yeah)
God have mercy on all my
Don't even test, waist your breath or energy
ya whole family off, like the kennedy's
I'm pledge sicker age, with no type of remedy
Makin' niggas retire but disability
Agility, keppin' y'all outta the state

[snoop
Look, nigga i, regulate, bake the
Shake the fake, while my faith (uh-huh)
Demonstatin' from the 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)
Chase these or waste these niggas (say what)
You did fucked up 'cause I'm break these
Spray them, 'em, fade 'em all
Suckers, I hate 'em, laws I pay off
Big dogg, in this bar
Wit uncle l, tell baby dogg, "yes y'all"
We do this no flaws
I my bitch 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 illegal
Servin' or swervin in a '85
here, bitch, you ain't a motherfuckin' beagel
I take off on your ass like an
Wherever we go, we 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