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

Verse:

Kirby's round the corner playin' bones Russ,
I'm waitin' for my to get off of the bus,
She me she could make it to my house by twelve,
So we get it on, just amongst ourselves,
She came to, I had a 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 brew for the rest of my crew,
And a couple of for a blunt or two,
for the D.J. Way on Teledonna,
Now area was all about 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 clique?
I don't think you want no gangsta shit,
Mo I can roll, I'm just a baller the South,
Ready to knock any muthafuckin' out,
I got bitches on the side wanna ride nine,
But understand the way that I kicks the style,
But I'm a flexor, to riggedy-wrecks-a nigga 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 this out bro

Second

I kicks the shit make them niggas say "ooh",
make them hoes say "Yeah, that must be that nigga Juv",
I'm from the, side of the city,
What a pity, I'm wild, like a muthafuckin' crazed Nitty,
I'm not the old days nigga that's comin' the gats,
Nigga where you at? Nigga you at? Nigga where you at?
me a bag of powder, watch me twitch,
I go crazy and wanna kill in this bitch,
I seen a lot of niggas talk shit me,
But don't know a thing about me,
So keep my name outta mouth and you just might just don't see the glock,
POP I see your ass on my block,
Shop for the hoes, that used to think that Juv would trick,
But bitch how you feel? you ain't got shit,
wanna play these games and don't know,
That I am the wickedest one you bro,
I'm just a from 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 of the wild Magnolia,
of the killas, the trillas, the soljas,
Droppin' muthafuckas like an habit,
If I see your fine, sexy bitch, stab 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 from, we snort 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 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 stayed on Mero,
Walked in the door my three eight zero,
Popped on ass, got her nothin', I was outty,
Now she calls me sayin' how she about me,
"Come back to me, Juvenile, I'm you please",
"Won't you just come back to me, Juvenile, I'm you please",
Now, if I was King, just imagine shit,
I'd have the Queen back that bitch,
Now to your knees 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 head off, and me off ground,
Knowin' that a bitch could bring me down,
Juvenile let a hoe me?
That ain't the hamp, I'm on the map I'm in the house,
And I'm on the map G