Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't See Me

Now you hang 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 about no gangsta shit

First

Kirby's round the corner playin' bones 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,
that, I'ma 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 brew for the 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,
Hoes was sweatin', I had my on,
Ready to put the dick on any bitch I played on,
Now what's the with you and your clique?
I think you want no more gangsta shit,
Mo I can roll, I'm just a from 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 from the Nolia,
I'm goin' out everytime when I kick I'm a solja,
Niggas don't understand the way 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 must be that Juv",
I'm from the, wild of the city,
What a pity, I'm wild, like a crazed Frank Nitty,
I'm not the old days that's 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 in this bitch,
I seen a lot of niggas talk shit me,
But don't a muthafuckin' thing about me,
So keep my name outta your mouth and you just just don't see the glock,
POP everytime I see ass on my block,
Shop close for the hoes, that used to think Juv would trick,
But bitch how you 'cause you ain't got shit,
Niggas wanna these games and don't know,
I am the wickedest one you know bro,
I'm just a nigga off the side,
So what's up? I'm to rock in the house, right?
Microphone check one two, now what's the
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 like an habit,
If I see your fine, sexy bitch, I'ma it,
from my head, my skin tone is red,
Ready to put the black boy to bed,
I never was afraid 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, I spot her,
Hoe that I know, bout twenty 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 head off,
But fuck I want the so let's 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 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 back smackin' bitch,
Now to your knees and kiss, and you tease,
Of that, of a guy Mister J-U-V,
I want riches, fuck bitches and hoes,
No better than a sweater, fella, I won't let her,
Hoe blow my off, and take me off ground,
inside that a bitch could bring me down,
Juvenile let a hoe me?
That the hamp, I'm on the map aiyyo I'm in the house,
And I'm on the map G