Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't See Me

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

First

Kirby's the corner playin' bones with 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, just 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 in the bus and took a route to the store,
Picked up some brew for the of my crew,
And a of cigars for a blunt 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 that I played 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 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,
Niggas don't understand the way 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 the, wild side of the city,
What a pity, I'm wild, like a muthafuckin' crazed Nitty,
I'm not the old days nigga comin' with the gats,
Nigga where you at? where you at? Nigga where you at?
Give me a bag of powder, me twitch,
I might go 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 outta mouth and you just might just 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 how you feel? 'cause you ain't got shit,
Niggas wanna these games and don't know,
That I am the one you know bro,
I'm just a nigga off the side,
So what's up? I'm bout to rock in the house,
Microphone check one two, now the haps?
It's time for me to put my 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, 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 powder and we roar

Third

I'm in the Nolia, for the Poppers,
Took me a hit off the blunt, I spot 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 fuck I want the pussy so see what she's about,
She gave me the 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 me sayin' how she feel about me,
"Come back to me, Juvenile, I'm you please",
"Won't you just come to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please",
Now, if I was King, imagine that shit,
I'd the Queen back smackin' that bitch,
Now drop to your and kiss, and you tease,
Of that, hell of a guy J-U-V,
I want riches, bitches and them hoes,
No than a sweater, fella, 'cause I won't let her,
Hoe my head off, and take me off ground,
inside that 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