Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't See Me

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

First

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

Second

I kicks the that make them niggas say "ooh",
That'll make them hoes say "Yeah, that must be nigga Juv",
I'm from the, side of the city,
What a pity, I'm wild, like a muthafuckin' crazed Nitty,
I'm not the old days that's comin' with the gats,
Nigga where you at? Nigga where you at? where you at?
Give me a bag of powder, me twitch,
I might go crazy and kill in this bitch,
I seen a lot of niggas talk shit me,
But don't know a muthafuckin' thing 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 think that Juv trick,
But how you feel? 'cause you ain't got shit,
wanna play these games and don't know,
That I am the wickedest one you bro,
I'm a nigga from off the side,
So up? I'm bout to rock in the house, right?
check one two, now what's the haps?
It's for me to put my neighborhood on the map,
I'm the neighborhood of the wild Magnolia,
of the killas, the trillas, the soljas,
Droppin' muthafuckas an everyday habit,
If I see your fine, sexy bitch, stab it,
Comin' my head, my skin tone is red,
Ready to put the muthafuckin' boy to bed,
I ain't never was of no war,
'cause where I come from, we snort and we roar

Third

I'm in the Nolia, for the Poppers,
Took me a hit off the blunt, I spot her,
Hoe that I know, twenty years of age,
A pepper-red bitch with in her head,
Now she was the to put you in a plot ball,
Her old man done got his head knocked off,
But fuck I want the pussy so let's see she's about,
She me the phone number and the address to her house,
I by late, she stayed on South Mero,
Walked in the door my three eight zero,
on that ass, got her nothin', I was outty,
Now she calls me sayin' how she feel me,
"Come back to me, Juvenile, I'm 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 the Queen back smackin' that bitch,
Now drop to your and kiss, and you tease,
Of that, of a guy Mister J-U-V,
I want riches, fuck and them hoes,
No better than a sweater, fella, 'cause I let her,
Hoe blow my off, and take me off ground,
Knowin' that a bitch could 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