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,

your 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 statin' the
L.a. think about your broad all I is the stacks
flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at *hahahaha*
So you made a little dough, but wutchu doin' wit
Thought 'cha girl feelin me
Why she grillin' me,
I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back
On my lap, in the jet to miami and
When I tear through new school, all y'all is whack
I'm q, for quiet killers
And u I deliver
The n, enough ammo for every nigga
S, that spell queens stupid ass, run it
hbo shit, I must address that
Once and for all, my opinion on jamie foxx?
He pussy. pussy funny as chris rock, ha

[chorus: ll j](snoop){xzibit}[both]
You fuck wit me
fuck with me}
I don't care about your
(fuck, nigga)
Give a who you claim to be
(fucker, c'mon)
You still fuck wit me
[you can't with me]
You can't wit me
can't fuck with me]
I care about your imagery
(fucker){mother
a fuck 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 fuckin' wit my uncle,
One does up the pen in my streets 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 make kevin spit this out right 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 rap game on lock, like a cake rock
Gimme the key, run up in your
Like, you on belly, gimme the key
What is it 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 like that?
Tattoed def jam under wing like that
What? you a rider, not in my house,
to escape down south to my miami house
And fifty spring in the

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

[snoop
Look, nigga i, regulate, the cake
Shake the fake, keepin my faith (uh-huh)
Demonstatin' the funk shit to the h
I the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate
You at my table, did you say your grace? (huh)
You say the wrong 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, liquidate 'em, 'em all
Suckers, I hate 'em, I pay them off
Big dogg, in this bar
Wit uncle l, don't tell dogg, "yes y'all"
We do with no flaws
I my bitch wit no drawers and no bras
No laws, we break 'em from the
Slidin' by, ridin 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 motherfuckin'
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 hesitate to dissolve