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 momma chase, I'm just statin' the fact
L.a. about 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 wutchu wit that?
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 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 every
S, that spell queens stupid ass, run it
That hbo shit, I address that
Once and for all, my opinion on jamie foxx?
He pussy. ain't funny as chris rock, ha

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

[jayo
No go
Who you thought it was? be fuckin' wit my uncle, ''cause
One does up the pen in my streets go one way
I kill 'em in living color, on any given
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 pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects
You wanna die
Nah, he wanna live, and he loves his
We got this rap game on lock, like a cake
Gimme the key, run up in your
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 wipe it off, like "nigga, what's this mean"
L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak that?
Tattoed def jam under your like that
What? you a rider, not in my house,
Glad to escape down to my miami house
And fifty spring in the

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

[snoop
Look, nigga i, regulate, bake the
Shake the fake, while keepin my (uh-huh)
Demonstatin' from the shit to the h
I bring the to the meat, so put the funk on the plate
You weedin' at my table, did you say your (huh)
You say the wrong thing and i'ma smack your (bee-atch)
Chase these niggas or waste these (say what)
You did up 'cause I'm break these niggas
Spray them, 'em, fade 'em all
Suckers, I 'em, laws I pay them off
Big dogg, in motherfuckin' bar
Wit l, don't tell baby dogg, "yes y'all"
We do this with no
I my bitch wit no drawers and no bras
No laws, we 'em from the get-go
Slidin' by, high when we get-go
Love it or leave it, we love illegal
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 with my
Just incase a wanna g funk
Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a on
And they never to dissolve