Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't See Me

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

Verse:

Kirby's round the 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 came to, I had a to blow,
After that, I'ma be ready to this hoe,
I ran up in it for an or so,
Put her in the bus and took a route to the store,
up some brew for the rest of my crew,
And a couple of cigars for a or two,
for the D.J. Way on Teledonna,
Now area was all about drama,
was sweatin', I had my shades on,
Ready to put the dick on any bitch I played on,
Now the haps with you and your clique?
I don't you want no more gangsta shit,
Mo I can roll, I'm a baller from the South,
Ready to 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 riggedy-wrecks-a from the Nolia,
I'm goin' out everytime I kick I'm like a solja,
Niggas understand the way that I flow,
The fliz-no is slow, so check out bro

Second

I kicks the shit make them niggas say "ooh",
That'll make them hoes say "Yeah, that be that 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 nigga that's comin' with the gats,
Nigga where you at? Nigga where you at? where 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 about me,
But don't a muthafuckin' 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 feel? you ain't got shit,
wanna play these games and don't know,
That I am the 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 the haps?
time for me to put my neighborhood on the map,
I'm from the of the wild Magnolia,
of the killas, the trillas, the soljas,
Droppin' like an everyday habit,
If I see your fine, sexy bitch, I'ma it,
Comin' from my head, my skin is red,
to put the muthafuckin' black boy to bed,
I ain't was afraid of no war,
'cause 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, then I her,
Hoe that I know, bout years of age,
A pepper-red with extensions in her head,
Now she was the type to put you in a ball,
Her old man done got his head knocked off,
But fuck I the pussy so let's see what she's about,
She gave me the number and the address to her house,
I by late, she stayed on South Mero,
Walked in the door with my eight zero,
Popped on 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 come back to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please",
Now, if I was King, just that shit,
I'd the Queen back smackin' that bitch,
Now drop to knees and kiss, and you tease,
Of that, hell of a guy J-U-V,
I riches, fuck bitches and them hoes,
No better than a sweater, fella, 'cause I let her,
Hoe blow my off, and take me off ground,
Knowin' inside that a could bring me down,
let a hoe trap me?
That ain't the hamp, I'm on the map I'm in the house,
And I'm on the map G