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 around, my crew or my clique,
Especially if you ain't no gangsta shit

First

Kirby's round the corner playin' with Russ,
I'm for my bitch to get off of the bus,
She told me she could make it to my by twelve,
So we could get it on, amongst ourselves,
She came to, I had a to blow,
After that, I'ma be to fuck this hoe,
I ran up in it for an or so,
Put her back in the bus and a route 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 area was all about drama,
Hoes was sweatin', I had my on,
to put the dick on any bitch that I played on,
Now what's the haps 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 nigga from the Nolia,
I'm goin' out everytime when I I'm like a solja,
don't understand the way that I flow,
The fliz-no is slow, so this out bro

Second

I kicks the shit that them niggas say "ooh",
That'll them hoes say "Yeah, that must be that 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 comin' the gats,
Nigga you at? Nigga where you at? Nigga where you at?
Give me a bag of powder, me twitch,
I might go crazy and kill in this bitch,
I seen a lot of niggas shit about me,
But know a muthafuckin' thing about me,
So keep my name outta your mouth and you just might don't see the glock,
POP I see your ass on my block,
Shop close for the hoes, used to think that Juv would trick,
But bitch how you 'cause you ain't got shit,
Niggas wanna play these games and know,
That I am the wickedest one you bro,
I'm just a nigga off the side,
So what's up? I'm bout to rock in the house,
Microphone check one two, now the haps?
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 fine, sexy bitch, I'ma stab it,
Comin' from my head, my skin is red,
Ready to put the black boy to bed,
I ain't never was of no war,
'cause where I come from, we 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 twenty of age,
A pepper-red bitch extensions in her head,
Now she was the to put you in a plot ball,
Her last old man got his head knocked off,
But fuck I want the pussy so let's see what about,
She gave me the phone and the address to her house,
I passed by late, she stayed on Mero,
Walked in the door my three eight zero,
on that ass, got her nothin', I was outty,
Now she calls me sayin' how she feel 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, imagine that 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 a sweater, fella, 'cause I won't let her,
Hoe blow my off, and take me off ground,
Knowin' inside that a bitch could me down,
let a hoe trap me?
That the hamp, I'm on the map aiyyo I'm in the house,
And I'm on the map G