Luyện nghe bài hát Elementry

G Unit, A, B
You can't with me
C, D
We from the streets
E, F
Don't me to death
G, H
elementary

Picture me Range Rover
color your Air Force Ones
White on white, ya like? Red I the night
From L.A. to N.Y. I'm bound

You see how bitches up, when Scarlett 'round
Niggas get the heart to holla while we up in the
But get intimidated when they see me sitting on
I hear 'em whispering, "That ain't a man, shit her"

She roll with them G Unit niggas, that's up
Disrespect me, I'll have blast ya up
my advice, don't let ya peoples grass ya up
I got a fetish for the chips, for the six hollows for the clips

Try me, if you think I'm bitch
And the we'll have another crime scene taker
Jim Star crush your head, your ass a shape-up
Uptown niggas known for the money they
Everybody ain't shook, you see doing the

The boss ends
Saying, "Gimme Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the precinct
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he D"

The by the bar saying
"Everybody drink, the champagne, it's all on me"
Snitch in the back of the car
Pointing out the window saying, "He me"
It's

1, 2, 3, 4
Banks' in the house

Now get the fuck on the floor I slid through the front
the 9 and the velor, a cal in my pocket
You will, pop it, I'm down for a profit
I'm ghetto as hell, you you tell?
My road dog, under the jail getting mail

So I'm and smoking thinking and hoping
This cell gon' open, you can dance to me
But don't throw an elbow, I'll throw one
And leave on your Shell Toes
Hell no I ain't paying for

Your pussy don't bring rainbows and of treasure
It's girl's dream, to floss with the team
Long on the suine, DVD's on the
Blowing on cream waiting for you to
You ain't gotta how to read, to spray a magazine

The spending ends
Saying, "Gimme Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
The in the precinct saying
"He X, he sell techs, and he sell D"

The by the bar saying
"Everybody drink, the champagne, it's all on me"
in the back of the police car
Pointing out the window saying, "He me"
It's

I don't grow up, I'ma hustler kid
Go 'head and stunt, see I pop two your wig
I'm artistic, intelligent, so much
I use them big words, your bitch be feeling me

So y'all niggas hate me, 'cause wives be our groupies
Y'all irritate me, like loud people in the
Fall back, matter fact back
'Cause I passed security without no pat down

You can me in the bathroom blowing a sticky
Or catch me on the dance floor some tits
Sex sells, so P I M P
So my pockets be empty

It ain't no problem, we them models
We got condoms, coups, and lavish
50 got me getting ass I never did
So I step in the club, hoes love the kid

The boss spending
Saying, "Gimme Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the precinct
"He X, he sell techs, and he sell D"

The balla by the bar
"Everybody drink, the champagne, it's all on me"
Snitch in the back of the car
Pointing out the window saying, "He me"
It's

The cat in the go
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,
The in the cage go
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet,
It's