Luyện nghe bài hát Elementary

[50 G Unit!
[50 A, B
[Scarlett] You can't with me
[50 C, D
[Scarlett] We the Harlem streets
[50 E, F
[Scarlett] talk me to death
[50 G, H
It's elementary

Picture me Range Rover
color your Air Force Ones
White on white, ya
Red I flight the
L.A. to N.Y.
I'm bound
You see how bitches up, when Scarlett 'round
Niggas get the heart to holla we up in the club
But get intimidated when they see me on dubs
I hear 'em whispering " dat ain't a man, that's her."
She roll with them G Unit niggas, what's up
Disrespect me, I'll have blast ya up
Take my advice, let ya peoples grass ya up
I got a fetish for the
for the six
Hollows for the
Try me, if you think I'm bitch
And the police have another crime scene taker
Jim Star crush your head, give your ass a
Uptown niggas known for the money they
Everybody shook, you see doing the shake

[50
The spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the saying
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he D"
The by the bar saying,
"Everybody drink, the best champagne, all on me"
Snitch in the of the police car
Pointing out the saying, "He robbed me"
elementary

[Lloyd
1,2,3,4
[50
Banks' in the house
[Lloyd
Now get the fuck on the
I slid the front door
With the 9 and the
A cal in my
You wil', pop it
I'm down for a
I'm as hell
You can't you
My dog, under the jail
Getting mail
So I'm and smoking
and hoping
This cell gon'
You can dance next to me, but throw an elbow
I'll throw one back and leave blood on Shell Toes
no
I ain't for pleasure
Your pussy don't bring rainbows and of treasure
It's every girl's dream, to floss with the
Long on the
DVD's on the
on cream
Waiting for you to
You ain't gotta know how to read, to a magazine

[Tony
I don't grow up, I'mma hustler kid
Go'head and stunt, see I pop two your wig
I'm artistic, intelligent, so ability
When I use them big words, your bitch be me
So ya'll niggas hate me, your wives be our groupies
Ya'll irritate me, loud people in the movies
Fall back, matter back down
'Cause I just passed security no pat down
You can catch me in the blowing a sticky
Or catch me on the feeling some tits
Sex sells, so P-I-M-P
So my pockets never be
It ain't no problem, we scoop them
We got condoms, coups, and condos
50 got me getting ass like I did
So when I step in the club, love the kid

[50
The cat in the go
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,
The in the cage go
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet,
elementary