Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't See Me

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

First

round the corner playin' 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 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 back in the bus and a route to the store,
Picked up some 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,
was sweatin', I had my shades on,
Ready to put the dick on any bitch I played on,
Now what's the haps you and your clique?
I don't think you want no more 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 understand the way that I kicks the style,
But I'm a flexor, to nigga from the Nolia,
I'm goin' out when I kick I'm like a solja,
Niggas understand the way that I flow,
The fliz-no is slow, so this out bro

Second

I the shit that make them niggas say "ooh",
That'll make them hoes say "Yeah, that must be nigga Juv",
I'm the, wild side of the city,
a pity, I'm wild, like a muthafuckin' 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?
Give me a bag of powder, me twitch,
I might go crazy and wanna kill in bitch,
I seen a lot of niggas talk shit me,
But don't know a muthafuckin' about me,
So my name outta your mouth and you just might just don't see the glock,
POP I see your ass on my block,
Shop close for the hoes, that used to think 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 a nigga from off the side,
So what's up? I'm bout to in the house, right?
check one two, now what's the haps?
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 an everyday habit,
If I see your fine, sexy bitch, stab it,
Comin' from my head, my skin is red,
Ready to put the black boy to bed,
I ain't never was of no war,
'cause where I come from, we powder and we roar

Third

I'm in the Nolia, for the Poppers,
me a hit off the blunt, then I spot her,
Hoe that I know, twenty years of age,
A pepper-red with extensions in her head,
Now she was the type to put you in a ball,
Her last old man done got his knocked off,
But fuck I the pussy so let's see what she's about,
She gave me the phone and the address to her house,
I passed by late, she stayed on 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 come back to me, Juvenile, I'm you please",
Now, if I was King, imagine that shit,
I'd have the Queen smackin' that bitch,
Now drop to your and kiss, and you tease,
Of that, of a guy Mister J-U-V,
I want riches, fuck 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