Luyện nghe bài hát Juve 'the Great'

Uh, uh, uh I took my first in seventy-five
I tell the story like when [Incomprehensible] was alive
Didn't do shit with my brothers makin' 'em mad
Couldn't get with nobody so I just ran with my Dad

He took me there where the killas be
Across the court Mileton between Clarion and Wilistry
We shot ball on crates tryna get paid by all
snatchin' purses by Wall Greens

Seen get hit up in the melt when I was young
couldn't even find his tongue
That's when I totin' my heat to call a G
My family was but wasn't goin' in that water with me

Right after Mr. Martin's class and me
Straight to Barret think I was worried the trulency, please
Got paid for them old puttin' in work
Like Mr. he sold fruit, watermelons and herbs

Even though the times was
I didn't no man but God
You lookin' at New Orleans rate
Right up in the place, soulja's beware this is Juve the

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Mama her son was really doin' it tight
I was the one out here not doin' it right
Until she found my stash, she couldn't believe all the weed she
Shit it must've been a a pound

I was thirteen then back Yoga was caddillac'n it
My campaign was let a lil' get a crack at it
Far from a gangsta but was a lot
just be the one that earnin' the pot

After the turn of the I started bankin' on the low with the dope
Got up so hoes'll notice me mo'
Tee's, Reeboks and I had a few [Incomprehensible] to write
hood shit the average niggaz go through in life

Wanted to be a lil gorilla, and day killas
[Incomprehensible] and we I know they'll flip ya
I stayed away from them cats who didn't well
'Cause them was them niggaz that would've had me in

Even though the was hard
I didn't no man but God
You lookin' at New Orleans rate
Right up in the place, soulja's beware this is Juve the

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Juve, the
Juve, the
This is Juve, the

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Juve, the
This is Juve, the

At fifteen I carried a lot of on my back
Me and my brother infact, I kept my money
I mad my real power soon as Juv' got one
Headed straight to the Irish counter who got guns?

Shit my Bobby and survival got hit too
And I heard my name was poppin' up in some too
no cool cans off googlin' no more
It was either cry like a or go sell it and score

My first case wanted my respect in the way
tell me shit when I was hungry and thirsty
Have a nigga way out his religion ya me
I guess punishment to who and never was worthy

Every since I learned guns and coke
I made a vow to myself that I would go broke
Do I gotta do to eat
I probably play no sports but I can work these streets

Even the times was hard
I fear no man but God
You lookin' at New Orleans rate
Right up in the place, soulja's this is Juve the great

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