Luyện nghe bài hát Juve 'the Great'

Uh, uh, uh I took my break in seventy-five
I tell the story like yesterday when [Incomprehensible] was
Didn't do shit with my brothers without 'em mad
Couldn't get along with so I just ran with my Dad

He took me right there where the be
Across the court from Mileton between Clarion and
We shot ball on crates get paid by all means
Started snatchin' purses by Wall

Seen Titey get hit up in the melt I was young
Paramedics couldn't even find his
That's when I started totin' my heat to a G
My family was deep but goin' in that water with me

Right after Mr. Martin's class and me
Straight to Barret think I was worried 'bout the trulency,
Got paid for them old timers in work
Like Mr. Frank he fruit, watermelons and herbs

Even though the times was
I fear no man but God
You lookin' at New crime rate
Right up in the place, soulja's beware this is the great

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This is Juve, the

Juve, the
Juve, the
Juve, the
is Juve, the great

Mama thought her son was doin' it tight
When I was the one out here not it right
she found my stash, she couldn't believe all the weed she found
Shit it must've a half a pound

I was thirteen then back when Yoga was it
My campaign was let a lil' nigga get a at it
Far from a but was learnin' a lot
Ain't just be the one that the pot

After the turn of the clock I started on the low with the dope
Got slugged up so hoes'll me mo'
Tee's, Reeboks and Girbauds I had a few [Incomprehensible] to
Regular hood shit the average niggaz go in life

to be a lil gorilla, and more day killas
[Incomprehensible] and we ball I they'll flip ya
I stayed away from them who didn't communicate well
'Cause them was niggaz that would've had me in jail

Even the times was hard
I fear no man but God
You at New Orleans crime rate
Right up in the place, soulja's this is Juve the great

Juve, the
Juve, the
Juve, the
is Juve, the great

Juve, the
Juve, the
Juve, the
is Juve, the great

At fifteen I carried a lot of weight on my
Me and my brother infact, I kept my money
I mad my real moves soon as Juv' got one
straight to the Irish counter nigga who got guns?

Shit my Bobby and survival got hit too
And I heard my name was poppin' up in some too
Wasn't no cool cans off googlin' no
It was either cry a bitch or go sell it and score

My first wanted my respect in the worst way
Couldn't me shit when I was hungry and thirsty
Have a nigga way out his ya heard me
I guess it's punishment to who and never was

Every I learned about guns and coke
I made a vow to myself that I would go broke
Do I gotta do to eat
I probably play no sports but I can work these streets

Even the times was hard
I fear no man but God
You at New Orleans crime rate
Right up in the place, soulja's beware this is Juve the

Juve, the
Juve, the
Juve, the
This is Juve, the

Juve, the
Juve, the
Juve, the
is Juve, the great