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 hang around, my crew or my clique,
Especially if you about no gangsta shit

Verse:

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 get it on, just amongst ourselves,
She came to, I had a to blow,
After that, be ready to fuck 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 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 the haps with you and your clique?
I don't think you no more gangsta shit,
Mo I can roll, I'm just a baller the South,
Ready to knock any pussy out,
I got on the side wanna ride with nine,
But don't understand the way I kicks the style,
But I'm a flexor, to riggedy-wrecks-a nigga the Nolia,
I'm goin' out when I kick I'm like a solja,
Niggas understand the way that I flow,
The is slow, so check this out bro

Second

I kicks the shit that make them say "ooh",
That'll make them hoes say "Yeah, that must be that Juv",
I'm from the, side of the city,
What a pity, I'm wild, like a muthafuckin' Frank Nitty,
I'm not the old days nigga that's with the gats,
Nigga where you at? Nigga where you at? Nigga 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 shit about me,
But don't a muthafuckin' thing about me,
So keep my name outta your mouth and you might just don't see the glock,
POP I see your ass on my block,
Shop close for the hoes, that used to think Juv would trick,
But bitch how you 'cause 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 what's the
It's time for me to put my 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 your fine, bitch, I'ma stab it,
Comin' from my head, my tone is red,
Ready to put the black boy to bed,
I never was afraid of no war,
'cause where I come from, we snort powder and we

Third

I'm in the Nolia, for the Poppers,
me a hit off the blunt, then I spot her,
Hoe that I know, bout years of age,
A pepper-red bitch with in her head,
Now she was the to put you in a plot ball,
Her last old man done got his knocked off,
But fuck I want the pussy so let's see she's about,
She gave me the number and the address to her house,
I passed by late, she on South Mero,
Walked in the with my three eight zero,
Popped on 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 back to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please",
Now, if I was King, just imagine shit,
I'd the Queen back smackin' that bitch,
Now drop to your 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, I won't let her,
Hoe blow my head off, and 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