Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't See Me

Now you can't hang around, my or my clique,
if you ain't about no gangsta shit,
You can't around, my crew or my clique,
Especially if you ain't no gangsta shit

First

Kirby's round the corner playin' bones Russ,
I'm for my bitch to get off of the bus,
She me she could make it to my house by twelve,
So we get it on, just amongst ourselves,
She to, I had a blunt to blow,
After that, be ready to fuck this hoe,
I ran up in it for an or so,
Put her back in the bus and a route to the store,
Picked up some for the rest of my crew,
And a of cigars for a blunt or two,
for the D.J. Way on Teledonna,
Now this area was all drama,
was sweatin', I had my shades on,
Ready to put the dick on any bitch that I on,
Now what's the haps you and your clique?
I don't you want no more gangsta shit,
Mo I can roll, I'm a baller from the South,
Ready to knock any pussy out,
I got on the side wanna ride with nine,
But don't understand the way that I the style,
But I'm a flexor, to riggedy-wrecks-a from the Nolia,
I'm goin' out everytime when I kick I'm a solja,
Niggas don't the way that I flow,
The fliz-no is slow, so this out bro

Second

I kicks the that make them niggas say "ooh",
That'll make hoes say "Yeah, that must be that nigga Juv",
I'm from the, wild of the city,
What a pity, I'm wild, like a muthafuckin' Frank Nitty,
I'm not the old nigga that's comin' with the gats,
Nigga where you at? Nigga where you at? where you at?
me a bag of powder, watch me twitch,
I go crazy and wanna kill in this bitch,
I a lot of niggas talk shit about me,
But don't know a muthafuckin' about me,
So keep my name outta mouth and you just might just don't see the glock,
POP I see your ass on my block,
Shop close for the hoes, that used to that Juv would trick,
But bitch how you 'cause you ain't got shit,
wanna play these games and don't know,
That I am the one you know bro,
I'm just a nigga off the side,
So what's up? I'm bout to in the house, right?
Microphone check one two, now what's the
It's time for me to put my on the map,
I'm from the of the wild Magnolia,
of the killas, the trillas, the soljas,
Droppin' muthafuckas like an habit,
If I see fine, sexy bitch, I'ma stab it,
Comin' from my head, my skin is red,
Ready to put the muthafuckin' boy to bed,
I ain't was afraid of no war,
'cause where I come from, we snort powder and we

Third

I'm in the Nolia, for the Poppers,
Took me a hit off the blunt, then I her,
Hoe that I know, twenty years of age,
A pepper-red bitch extensions in her head,
Now she was the type to put you in a ball,
Her last old man got his head knocked off,
But fuck I want the pussy so let's see she's about,
She gave me the number and the address to her house,
I by late, she stayed on South Mero,
Walked in the door with my eight zero,
on that ass, got her nothin', I was outty,
Now she calls me how she feel about me,
"Come to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please",
"Won't you come back to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please",
Now, if I was King, just imagine shit,
I'd have the Queen smackin' that bitch,
Now drop to knees and kiss, and you tease,
Of that, hell of a guy J-U-V,
I want riches, bitches and them hoes,
No better than a sweater, fella, 'cause I let her,
Hoe my head off, and take me off ground,
Knowin' inside a bitch could bring me down,
let a hoe trap me?
That ain't the hamp, I'm on the map I'm in the house,
And I'm on the map G