Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't See Me

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

Verse:

Kirby's round the corner playin' bones Russ,
I'm for my bitch to get off of the bus,
She told me she make it to my house by twelve,
So we could get it on, just ourselves,
She came to, I had a to blow,
that, I'ma be ready to fuck this hoe,
I ran up in it for an or so,
Put her in the bus and took a route 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 area was all about drama,
Hoes was sweatin', I had my on,
to put the dick on any bitch that I played on,
Now what's the haps with you and your
I don't you want no more gangsta shit,
Mo I can roll, I'm a baller from the South,
to knock any muthafuckin' pussy out,
I got bitches on the side wanna ride nine,
But don't understand the way I kicks 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,
don't understand the way that I flow,
The fliz-no is slow, so check out bro

Second

I kicks the shit that make them say "ooh",
That'll make hoes say "Yeah, that must be that nigga Juv",
I'm the, wild side of the city,
What a pity, I'm wild, like a muthafuckin' crazed Nitty,
I'm not the old days nigga that's comin' the gats,
Nigga where you at? where you at? Nigga where you at?
Give me a bag of powder, me twitch,
I go crazy and wanna kill in this bitch,
I seen a lot of talk shit about me,
But don't a muthafuckin' thing 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 think 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 one you know bro,
I'm just a 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 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, I'ma it,
Comin' from my head, my tone is red,
to put the muthafuckin' black boy to bed,
I never was afraid of no war,
where I come from, we snort powder 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 with extensions in her head,
Now she was the to put you in a plot ball,
Her last old man got his head knocked off,
But fuck I want the pussy so see what she's about,
She me the phone number and the address to her house,
I passed by late, she on South Mero,
Walked in the door with my three zero,
on that ass, got her nothin', I was outty,
Now she calls me sayin' how she about me,
"Come to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please",
"Won't you just come to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please",
Now, if I was King, just imagine shit,
I'd have the Queen back that bitch,
Now to your knees and kiss, and you tease,
Of that, of a guy Mister J-U-V,
I want riches, fuck bitches and 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 could me down,
Juvenile let a hoe me?
That ain't the hamp, I'm on the map I'm in the house,
And I'm on the map G