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 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 waitin' for my to get off of the bus,
She me she could make it to my house by twelve,
So we could get it on, just ourselves,
She came to, I had a 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 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 was all about drama,
was sweatin', I had my shades on,
Ready to put the on any bitch that I played on,
Now what's the haps with you and your
I think you want no more gangsta shit,
Mo I can roll, I'm a baller from the South,
Ready to knock any muthafuckin' out,
I got bitches on the side 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 I'm like a solja,
Niggas don't understand the way 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, 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 nigga that's comin' with the gats,
Nigga where you at? Nigga you at? Nigga 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 niggas talk about me,
But don't a muthafuckin' thing about me,
So my name outta your mouth and you just might just don't see the glock,
POP everytime I see ass on my block,
Shop close for the hoes, that to think that Juv would trick,
But bitch how you feel? you ain't got shit,
Niggas wanna play these games and know,
That I am the one you know bro,
I'm just a from off the side,
So what's up? I'm bout to in the house, right?
Microphone check one two, now what's the
time for me to put my neighborhood on the map,
I'm from the neighborhood of the Magnolia,
of the killas, the trillas, the soljas,
Droppin' muthafuckas an everyday habit,
If I see your fine, sexy bitch, I'ma it,
Comin' from my head, my skin is red,
to put the muthafuckin' black boy to bed,
I never was afraid 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, then I her,
Hoe that I know, bout years of age,
A pepper-red bitch with 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 number and the to her house,
I passed by late, she stayed on Mero,
in the door with my three eight zero,
Popped on 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 just back to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please",
Now, if I was King, just that 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, bitches and them hoes,
No better a sweater, fella, 'cause I won't let her,
Hoe blow my off, and take me off ground,
Knowin' inside that a bitch could 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