Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't See Me

Now you hang around, my crew or my clique,
Especially if you about no gangsta shit,
You can't hang around, my or my clique,
Especially if you ain't about no 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 make it to my house by twelve,
So we could get it on, amongst ourselves,
She came to, I had a to blow,
After that, I'ma be ready to 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 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,
Ready to put the dick on any bitch that I on,
Now what's the haps with you and 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 understand the way that I kicks the style,
But I'm a flexor, to nigga from the Nolia,
I'm out everytime when I kick I'm like 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 them niggas say "ooh",
That'll make them hoes say "Yeah, that be that nigga Juv",
I'm from the, side of the city,
What a pity, I'm wild, like a crazed Frank Nitty,
I'm not the old days nigga 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 about me,
But don't know a thing about me,
So keep my name outta your mouth and you just might don't see the glock,
POP everytime I see ass on my block,
Shop close for the hoes, used to think that Juv would trick,
But bitch how you 'cause 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 to rock in the house, right?
Microphone check one two, now what's the
It's 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 like an habit,
If I see your fine, sexy bitch, stab it,
Comin' my head, my skin 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, then I her,
Hoe that I know, bout twenty of age,
A bitch with extensions in her head,
Now she was the type to put you in a 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,
Walked in the with my three eight zero,
on that ass, got her nothin', I was outty,
Now she me sayin' how she feel 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 the Queen back smackin' that bitch,
Now drop to knees and kiss, and you tease,
Of that, of a guy Mister J-U-V,
I riches, fuck bitches and them 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 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