Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't See Me

Now you can't around, my crew or my clique,
if you ain't about no gangsta shit,
You can't hang around, my 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 it to my house by twelve,
So we could get it on, just 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 brew for the of my crew,
And a couple of 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 haps with you and your
I don't think you no more gangsta shit,
Mo I can roll, I'm just a baller the South,
to knock any muthafuckin' pussy out,
I got bitches on the side ride with nine,
But don't understand the way 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 make 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, a muthafuckin' crazed Frank Nitty,
I'm not the old nigga that's comin' with the gats,
Nigga where you at? Nigga you at? Nigga where you at?
me a bag of powder, watch me twitch,
I might go crazy and wanna in this bitch,
I seen a lot of niggas talk about me,
But don't know a thing about me,
So my name outta your mouth and you just might just don't see the glock,
POP everytime I see ass on my block,
close for the hoes, that 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 wickedest one you bro,
I'm a nigga from off the side,
So up? I'm bout to rock 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 the neighborhood of the wild Magnolia,
of the killas, the trillas, the soljas,
Droppin' muthafuckas an everyday habit,
If I see your fine, sexy bitch, I'ma it,
Comin' my head, my skin tone is red,
to put the muthafuckin' black boy to bed,
I ain't never was of no war,
'cause where I come from, we snort 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 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 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 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 about 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, just imagine shit,
I'd have the Queen 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 better than a sweater, fella, 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