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 with me
Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya from me (whooo)
Your momma wanna chase, I'm statin' the fact
L.a. about your broad all I want is the stacks
flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at *hahahaha*
So you made a little dough, but doin' wit that?
'cha 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 and back
When I through new school, all y'all records is whack
I'm from q, for quiet
And u I deliver
The double n, enough ammo for nigga
S, that spell stupid ass, run it back
That hbo shit, I must that
Once and for all, what's my opinion on jamie
He pussy. ain't funny as chris rock, ha

ll cool j](snoop){xzibit}[both]
You fuck wit me
fuck with me}
I don't about your imagery
(fuck, nigga)
a fuck who you claim to be
(fucker, c'mon)
You still can't wit me
[you can't with me]
You fuck wit me
[you fuck with me]
I don't care about imagery
(fucker){mother
Give a 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 up dick the pen in my streets go one way
I 'em in living color, on any given sunday
They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my
And if it enough to make kevin lyle this out right now
And get em with juvenile pitbull puppies, bologna 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 your belly, the key
What is it gonne be, what it is see
When blutter don't mean
And if he keep tryna wipe it off, like "nigga, what's song mean"
L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you like that?
Tattoed def jam under wing like that
you a rider, not in my house, mouth
Glad to escape south to my miami house
And fifty spring in the

Let's play a game of big take little bank (yeah)
Big dank take little (yeah)
I average ninety-five in the (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 are lookin 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 at the lyricist lounge
Lost and found a new identity, here to infinity (yeah)
God have on all my enemies
Don't even test, waist breath or your energy
Knock ya whole family off, the kennedy's
I'm pledge sicker than age, with no of remedy
Makin' niggas but reclaim disability
Agility, keppin' y'all the state penitentiary

[snoop
Look, nigga i, regulate, the cake
Shake the fake, while keepin my (uh-huh)
Demonstatin' from the funk 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 wrong thing and smack your face (bee-atch)
Chase these niggas or these niggas (say what)
You did fucked up 'cause I'm break niggas
Spray them, 'em, fade 'em all
Suckers, I 'em, laws I pay them off
Big dogg, in this bar
Wit uncle l, tell baby dogg, "yes y'all"
We do with no flaws
I my bitch wit no drawers and no bras
No laws, we break 'em the get-go
Slidin' by, ridin high when we
Love it or leave it, we love livin
Servin' or in a '85 regal
Look here, bitch, you a motherfuckin' beagel
I take off on ass like an eagle
Wherever we go, we stay connected my peoples
Just incase a motherfucker wanna g
Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a on
And never hesitate to dissolve