Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't See Me

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

First

Kirby's round the corner playin' with Russ,
I'm waitin' for my to get off of the bus,
She told me she could make it to my by twelve,
So we could get it on, amongst ourselves,
She came to, I had a to blow,
After that, I'ma be 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,
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,
was sweatin', I had my shades on,
Ready to put the dick on any bitch I played on,
Now what's the with you and your clique?
I don't think you 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 with 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 I kick I'm like a solja,
Niggas don't 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 them hoes say "Yeah, must be that nigga Juv",
I'm from the, wild of the city,
What a pity, I'm wild, like a crazed Frank Nitty,
I'm not the old days 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 might go crazy and 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 your mouth and you 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 bitch how you feel? 'cause you got shit,
wanna play these games and don't know,
That I am the wickedest one you bro,
I'm just a nigga off the side,
So what's up? I'm bout to 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 the neighborhood 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,
to put the muthafuckin' black boy to bed,
I ain't never was of no war,
'cause where I come from, we powder and we roar

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 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 I want the pussy so let's see what she's about,
She gave me the phone and the address to her house,
I passed by late, she stayed on 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 back to me, Juvenile, I'm you please",
"Won't you just back to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please",
Now, if I was King, imagine that shit,
I'd have the Queen back that bitch,
Now drop to knees and kiss, and you tease,
Of that, hell of a guy J-U-V,
I riches, fuck bitches and them hoes,
No than a sweater, fella, 'cause I won't let her,
Hoe blow my off, and take me off ground,
Knowin' inside that a could bring me down,
let a hoe trap me?
That the hamp, I'm on the map aiyyo I'm in the house,
And I'm on the map G