Luyện nghe bài hát Elementry

G Unit, A, B
You fuck with me
C, D
We the Harlem streets
E, F
Don't talk me to
G, H
elementary

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

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

She with them G Unit niggas, that's what's up
me, I'll have niggas blast ya up
Take my advice, don't let ya grass ya up
I got a fetish for the chips, 20's for the six hollows for the

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

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

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

1, 2, 3, 4
Lloyd 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, I'ma pop it, I'm down for a
I'm ghetto as hell, you you tell?
My road dog, the jail getting frustrating mail

So I'm drinking and smoking thinking and
This cell gon' open, you can next to me
But throw an elbow, I'll throw one back
And leave blood on Shell Toes
Hell no I ain't for pleasure

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

The boss ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and TV's"
The snitch in the precinct
"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 back of the car
Pointing out the window saying, "He me"
It's

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

So y'all niggas me, 'cause your wives be our groupies
Y'all irritate me, like loud in the movies
Fall back, matter fact down
'Cause I just 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 never be

It no problem, we scoop them models
We got condoms, coups, and condos
50 got me ass like I never did
So I step in the club, hoes love the kid

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

The by the bar saying
"Everybody drink, the best champagne, all on me"
Snitch in the back of the car
Pointing out the saying, "He robbed me"
elementary

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