Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't See Me

Now you can't hang around, my 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 playin' 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 ready to this hoe,
I ran up in it for an or so,
Put her back in the bus and took a to the store,
Picked up some for the rest of my crew,
And a couple of cigars for a or two,
for the D.J. Way on Teledonna,
Now this area was all drama,
Hoes was sweatin', I had my on,
Ready to put the dick on any bitch that I on,
Now what's the with you and your clique?
I don't think you want no more shit,
Mo I can roll, I'm just a from the South,
Ready to knock any muthafuckin' out,
I got on the side wanna ride with nine,
But understand the way that I kicks the style,
But I'm a flexor, to riggedy-wrecks-a nigga the Nolia,
I'm goin' out everytime when I kick I'm a solja,
don't understand the way that I flow,
The is slow, so check this out bro

Second

I kicks the that make them niggas say "ooh",
That'll make them hoes say "Yeah, that be that nigga Juv",
I'm the, wild side of the city,
What a pity, I'm wild, like a muthafuckin' Frank Nitty,
I'm not the old days that's comin' with the gats,
Nigga 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 shit me,
But know a muthafuckin' 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, that to think that Juv would trick,
But bitch how you feel? 'cause you got shit,
Niggas wanna these games and don't know,
That I am the wickedest one you 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 the haps?
It's for me to put my neighborhood 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 your fine, bitch, I'ma stab it,
Comin' from my head, my tone is red,
to put the muthafuckin' black boy to bed,
I ain't never was 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 I know, bout twenty years of age,
A pepper-red bitch extensions in her head,
Now she was the to put you in a plot ball,
Her last old man done got his knocked off,
But I want the pussy so let's see what she's about,
She me the phone number and the address to her house,
I passed by late, she on South Mero,
Walked in the with my three eight zero,
Popped on 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, imagine that shit,
I'd have the Queen back that bitch,
Now to your 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, 'cause I let her,
Hoe blow my off, and take me off ground,
Knowin' inside a bitch could bring me down,
Juvenile let a hoe me?
ain't the hamp, I'm on the map aiyyo I'm in the house,
And I'm on the map G