Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't See Me

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

Verse:

Kirby's round the corner playin' bones 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, be ready to fuck this 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 of cigars 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,
to put the dick on any bitch that I played on,
Now what's the haps with you and clique?
I don't think you want no more shit,
Mo I can roll, I'm a baller from the South,
Ready to knock any pussy out,
I got bitches on the wanna ride with nine,
But understand the way that I kicks 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 is slow, so check this 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, side of the city,
a pity, I'm wild, like a muthafuckin' crazed Frank Nitty,
I'm not the old days that's comin' with the gats,
where you at? Nigga 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 niggas talk about me,
But know a muthafuckin' thing about me,
So keep my name outta your mouth and you just 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? 'cause you got shit,
Niggas wanna these games and don't know,
I am the wickedest one you know bro,
I'm a nigga from off the side,
So what's up? I'm bout to in the house, right?
Microphone check one two, now what's the
It's time for me to put my on the map,
I'm from the of the wild Magnolia,
of the killas, the trillas, the soljas,
Droppin' muthafuckas an everyday habit,
If I see fine, sexy bitch, I'ma stab it,
Comin' from my head, my tone is red,
Ready to put the black boy to bed,
I never was afraid of no war,
'cause where I come from, we snort powder and we

Third

I'm in the Nolia, for the Poppers,
Took me a hit off the blunt, then I her,
Hoe I know, bout 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 what about,
She gave me the number and the address to her house,
I passed by late, she on South Mero,
Walked in the door with my eight zero,
Popped on 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 come back to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please",
Now, if I was King, imagine that shit,
I'd have the Queen back smackin' bitch,
Now drop to your and kiss, and you tease,
Of that, hell of a guy J-U-V,
I want riches, fuck and them hoes,
No better a sweater, fella, 'cause I won't let her,
Hoe my head off, and take me off ground,
Knowin' that a bitch could bring me down,
let a hoe trap me?
That ain't the hamp, I'm on the map I'm in the house,
And I'm on the map G