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, hide ya hoes me (whooo)
Your momma wanna chase, I'm statin' the fact
L.a. about your broad all I want is the stacks
Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm at *hahahaha*
So you made a little dough, but doin' wit that?
Thought 'cha girl ain't me
Why she grillin' me,
I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back
On my lap, in the jet to and back
When I tear new school, all y'all records is whack
I'm from q, for quiet
And u I deliver
The double n, ammo for every nigga
S, that queens stupid ass, run it back
That hbo shit, I address that
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 fuck me}
I care about your imagery
(fuck, nigga)
Give a fuck who you to be
(fucker, c'mon)
You can't fuck wit me
[you fuck with me]
You fuck wit me
[you can't fuck me]
I don't about your imagery
(fucker){mother
a fuck who you claim to be
{yeah}(nigga what)
You still 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 '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 kevin lyle spit this out right now
And get em with juvenile feed puppies, bologna in the projects
You die next?
Nah, he wanna live, and he loves his
We got rap game on lock, like a cake rock
the key, run up in your spot
Like, you on your belly, the key
What is it be, what it is gonne see
When your blutter mean
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
you a rider, not in my house, mouth
Glad to escape down south to my house
And fifty spring in the

Let's a game of big bank take little bank (yeah)
Big dank little dank (yeah)
I ninety-five in the paint (c'mon)
We comin' like a shank
I know you wanna ride, but you
We all up in your shit a shank *ugh*
Don't make me stop and pull
Ya two downs are lookin cool, freakin a
Yo, I get fucked up and the town
I'm the circus master so fuck the clowns
I bust, lyrics and rounds at the 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 off, like the kennedy's
I'm pledge sicker than age, with no type of
Makin' 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)
from the funk shit to the h
I bring the bread to the meat, so put the on the plate
You at my table, did you say your grace? (huh)
You say the wrong thing and i'ma smack your (bee-atch)
Chase these niggas or these niggas (say what)
You did fucked up 'cause I'm break these
Spray them, liquidate 'em, 'em all
Suckers, I hate 'em, I pay them off
Big dogg, in this bar
Wit l, don't tell baby dogg, "yes y'all"
We do this no flaws
I my bitch wit no drawers and no bras
No laws, we break 'em from the
Slidin' by, ridin high we get-go
it or leave it, we love livin illegal
Servin' or swervin in a '85
here, bitch, you ain't a motherfuckin' beagel
I off on your ass like an eagle
Wherever we go, we stay with my peoples
Just incase a wanna g funk
Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a on
And they never to dissolve