Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't See Me

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

First

round the corner playin' bones with Russ,
I'm waitin' for my to get off of the bus,
She told me she make it to my house by twelve,
So we get it on, just amongst ourselves,
She came to, I had a to blow,
After that, I'ma be ready to this hoe,
I ran up in it for an or so,
Put her in the bus and took a route to the store,
Picked up some for the rest of my crew,
And a couple of for a blunt or two,
for the D.J. Way on Teledonna,
Now area was all about drama,
Hoes was sweatin', I had my on,
Ready to put the on any bitch that I played on,
Now the haps with you and your clique?
I don't think you want no more shit,
Mo I can roll, I'm just a from the South,
Ready to knock any muthafuckin' out,
I got bitches on the side ride with nine,
But don't the way that I kicks the style,
But I'm a flexor, to riggedy-wrecks-a from the Nolia,
I'm goin' out everytime I kick I'm like a solja,
Niggas don't understand the way I flow,
The is slow, so check this out bro

Second

I kicks the shit that make them say "ooh",
That'll make them hoes say "Yeah, must be that nigga Juv",
I'm the, wild side of the city,
What a pity, I'm wild, like a crazed 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 seen a lot of niggas shit about me,
But know a muthafuckin' thing about me,
So keep my name outta your and you just might just don't see the glock,
POP I see your ass on my block,
Shop for the hoes, that used to think that Juv would trick,
But how you feel? 'cause you ain't got shit,
Niggas wanna these games and don't know,
That I am the wickedest one you bro,
I'm a nigga from off the side,
So what's up? I'm bout to in the house, right?
Microphone one two, now what's the haps?
It's time for me to put my on the map,
I'm from the neighborhood of the Magnolia,
of the killas, the trillas, the soljas,
Droppin' like an everyday habit,
If I see your fine, sexy bitch, stab it,
Comin' from my head, my tone is red,
to put the muthafuckin' black boy to bed,
I ain't never was of no war,
'cause where I come from, we snort powder and we

Third

I'm in the Nolia, for the Poppers,
me a hit off the blunt, then I spot her,
Hoe that I know, bout twenty of age,
A bitch with extensions in her head,
Now she was the type to put you in a ball,
Her old man done got his head knocked off,
But fuck I the pussy so let's see what she's about,
She gave me the phone number and the to her house,
I passed by late, she stayed on Mero,
Walked in the with my three eight zero,
Popped on ass, got her nothin', I was outty,
Now she me sayin' how she feel about me,
"Come back to me, Juvenile, I'm you please",
"Won't you just come back to me, Juvenile, I'm you please",
Now, if I was King, imagine that shit,
I'd have the Queen back that bitch,
Now to your knees and kiss, and you tease,
Of that, hell of a guy J-U-V,
I want riches, bitches and them hoes,
No better a sweater, fella, 'cause I won't let her,
Hoe blow my head off, and me off ground,
Knowin' inside that a bitch bring me down,
Juvenile let a hoe me?
That the hamp, I'm on the map aiyyo I'm in the house,
And I'm on the map G