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 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, just ourselves,
She to, I had a blunt to blow,
After that, be ready to fuck 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 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 the haps with you and your clique?
I think you want no more gangsta shit,
Mo I can roll, I'm just a baller the South,
Ready to knock any muthafuckin' out,
I got bitches on the wanna ride with nine,
But don't the way that I kicks the style,
But I'm a flexor, to riggedy-wrecks-a nigga the Nolia,
I'm goin' out when I kick I'm like 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 hoes say "Yeah, that must be that nigga Juv",
I'm from the, wild of the city,
What a pity, I'm wild, like a muthafuckin' 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 might go crazy and wanna in this bitch,
I seen a lot of niggas talk shit me,
But don't know a thing about me,
So keep my name 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 feel? 'cause you got shit,
Niggas play 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 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' like an everyday habit,
If I see your fine, sexy bitch, stab it,
Comin' from my head, my skin is red,
Ready to put the muthafuckin' boy to bed,
I ain't never was of no war,
'cause where I come from, we snort powder and we

Third

I'm in the Nolia, for the Poppers,
Took me a hit off the blunt, then I 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 got his head knocked off,
But fuck I want the so let's see what she's about,
She me the phone number and the address to her house,
I passed by late, she stayed on Mero,
Walked in the door with my three zero,
Popped on 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, of a guy Mister J-U-V,
I riches, fuck bitches and them hoes,
No better than a sweater, fella, I won't 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