Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't Fuck With Me

[ll j](snoop)
(yeah, big dogg, x to the z)

(uncle l, these bitch ass motherfuckers)
Yeah,

Pour your dom on the floor, try to with me
Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes me (whooo)
Your momma wanna chase, I'm just the fact
L.a. think about your all I want is the stacks
Cats in my face is who I'm laughin' at *hahahaha*
So you made a dough, but wutchu doin' wit that?
Thought 'cha girl ain't me
Why she grillin' me,
Admit I'm the man or else twist ya uterus back
On my lap, in the jet to miami and
When I tear through new school, all y'all records is
I'm q, for quiet killers
And u know I
The double n, enough ammo for nigga
S, that spell queens ass, run it back
That hbo shit, I must that
Once and for all, what's my 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 care about your imagery
(fuck, nigga)
Give a who you claim to be
(fucker, c'mon)
You can't fuck wit me
[you fuck with me]
You can't wit me
[you can't fuck me]
I don't care your imagery
(fucker){mother
a fuck who you claim to be
{yeah}(nigga what)
You can't fuck wit me

felony]
No go
Who you thought it was? don't be fuckin' wit my uncle,
One does up dick the pen in my go one way
I kill 'em in living color, on any given
They all to be waitin' to see how ill is my style
And if it enough to make lyle spit this out right now
And get em with feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects
You die next?
Nah, he wanna live, and he loves his
We got this rap game on lock, a cake rock
the key, run up in your spot
Like, you on belly, gimme the key
What is it gonne be, it is gonne see
When your blutter don't
And if he keep tryna wipe it off, "nigga, what's this song mean"
L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak like
Tattoed def jam under wing like that
What? you a rider, not in my house,
Glad to escape south to my miami house
And fifty spring in the

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

[snoop
Look, nigga i, regulate, bake the
Shake the fake, while my faith (uh-huh)
Demonstatin' from the funk to the h
I bring the bread to the meat, so put the on the plate
You weedin' at my table, did you say your (huh)
You say the thing and i'ma smack your face (bee-atch)
Chase niggas or waste these niggas (say what)
You did fucked up I'm break these niggas
Spray them, liquidate 'em, 'em all
Suckers, I hate 'em, laws I pay off
Big dogg, in this bar
Wit uncle l, don't baby dogg, "yes y'all"
We do this no flaws
I love my bitch wit no and no bras
No laws, we break 'em 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 ain't a beagel
I take off on ass like an eagle
we go, we stay connected with my peoples
Just incase a wanna g funk
Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a on
And they never hesitate to