Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't See Me

Now you hang 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 about no gangsta shit

Verse:

Kirby's round the corner bones with Russ,
I'm for my bitch 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 to, I had a blunt to blow,
After that, I'ma be 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,
Picked up some brew for the of my crew,
And a couple of for a blunt or two,
for the D.J. Way on Teledonna,
Now this was all about drama,
Hoes was sweatin', I had my on,
Ready to put the dick on any that I played on,
Now the haps with you and your clique?
I don't you want no more gangsta shit,
Mo I can roll, I'm just a baller the South,
Ready to knock any pussy out,
I got bitches on the wanna ride 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 out everytime when I kick I'm like a solja,
don't understand the way that I flow,
The is slow, so check this out bro

Second

I kicks the shit that them niggas say "ooh",
That'll them hoes say "Yeah, that 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 nigga that's comin' with the gats,
Nigga where you at? Nigga where you at? Nigga 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 talk shit me,
But don't know a muthafuckin' about me,
So keep my name 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 used to think that Juv trick,
But bitch how you feel? you ain't got shit,
Niggas wanna play games and don't 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 rock in the house,
Microphone one two, now what's the haps?
time 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, I'ma it,
Comin' from my head, my tone is red,
Ready to put the muthafuckin' boy to bed,
I ain't was afraid of no war,
'cause where I 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 I know, bout 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 done got his head off,
But fuck I want the pussy so see what she's about,
She gave me the phone number and the to her house,
I by late, she stayed 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 feel me,
"Come to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' 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 the Queen back smackin' 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 better than a sweater, fella, 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