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 about no shit

First

Kirby's round the corner playin' with Russ,
I'm for my bitch to get off of the bus,
She me she could make it to my house by twelve,
So we could get it on, 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 cigars for a or two,
for the D.J. Way on Teledonna,
Now this area was all drama,
was sweatin', I had my shades on,
Ready to put the dick on any bitch I played on,
Now what's the haps you and your clique?
I don't think you no more gangsta shit,
Mo I can roll, I'm just a from the South,
Ready to any muthafuckin' pussy out,
I got bitches on the side 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 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 that make them say "ooh",
That'll make them hoes say "Yeah, that must be nigga Juv",
I'm from the, wild of the city,
What a pity, I'm wild, a muthafuckin' crazed Frank Nitty,
I'm not the old days nigga that's with the gats,
where you at? Nigga where you at? Nigga where you at?
Give me a bag of powder, me twitch,
I might go and wanna kill in this bitch,
I a lot of niggas talk shit about me,
But know a muthafuckin' thing about me,
So keep my outta your mouth and you just might just don't see the glock,
POP everytime I see ass on my block,
Shop close for the hoes, used to think that Juv would trick,
But bitch how you feel? you ain't got shit,
Niggas wanna play these games and know,
That I am the one you know bro,
I'm just a nigga 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 from the neighborhood of the Magnolia,
of the killas, the trillas, the soljas,
Droppin' like an everyday habit,
If I see fine, sexy bitch, I'ma stab it,
from my head, my skin tone is red,
Ready to put the muthafuckin' 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,
Took me a hit off the blunt, I spot her,
Hoe that I know, twenty years of age,
A pepper-red bitch with 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 phone and the address to her house,
I by late, she stayed on South Mero,
Walked in the with my three eight zero,
Popped on ass, got her nothin', I was outty,
Now she calls me how she feel about me,
"Come back to me, Juvenile, I'm you please",
"Won't you just back to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please",
Now, if I was King, imagine that shit,
I'd have the Queen back that bitch,
Now drop to knees and kiss, and you tease,
Of that, of a guy Mister 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,
Knowin' inside that a bitch could 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