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 dom on the floor, try to flow with me
Duke 'em raw with them whores, 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 doin' wit that?
Thought 'cha girl feelin me
Why she grillin' me,
Admit I'm the man or else I'll ya uterus back
On my lap, in the jet to and back
When I through new school, all y'all records is whack
I'm q, for quiet killers
And u know I
The double n, enough for every nigga
S, spell queens stupid ass, run it back
That hbo shit, I must address
and for all, what's my opinion on jamie foxx?
He pussy. pussy funny as chris rock, ha

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

felony]
No go
Who you thought it don't be fuckin' wit my uncle, ''cause
One up dick the pen in my streets go one way
I kill 'em in living color, on any given
all anxious 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 juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the
You wanna die
Nah, he wanna live, and he his kids
We got rap game on lock, like a cake rock
Gimme the key, run up in spot
Like, you on belly, gimme the key
What is it gonne be, what it is see
When your don't mean
And if he tryna wipe it off, like "nigga, what's this song mean"
L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak that?
Tattoed def jam under your wing like
you a rider, not in my house, mouth
Glad to escape down to my miami house
And fifty spring in the

Let's play a game of big bank little bank (yeah)
Big dank take little (yeah)
I average in the paint (c'mon)
We comin' down like a
I know you wanna ride, but you
We all up in your shit like a *ugh*
Don't make me and pull brakes
Ya two downs are cool, freakin a sound
Yo, I get up and terroize the town
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, waist your breath or energy
Knock ya whole family off, like the
I'm sicker than age, with no type of remedy
niggas retire but reclaim disability
Agility, keppin' outta the state penitentiary

[snoop
Look, nigga i, regulate, the cake
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 at my table, did you say your grace? (huh)
You say the wrong 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, liquidate 'em, 'em all
Suckers, I 'em, laws I pay them off
Big dogg, in motherfuckin' bar
Wit uncle l, don't tell dogg, "yes y'all"
We do this no flaws
I my bitch wit no drawers and no bras
No laws, we 'em from the get-go
by, ridin high when we get-go
Love it or it, we love livin illegal
or swervin in a '85 regal
Look here, bitch, you a motherfuckin' beagel
I off on your ass like an eagle
Wherever we go, we stay with my peoples
Just incase a motherfucker g funk
Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a on
And never hesitate to dissolve