Luyện nghe bài hát Elementary

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

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

[50
The spending 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 of the police car
Pointing out the saying, "He robbed me"
elementary

[Lloyd
1,2,3,4
[50
Lloyd in the house
Banks]
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 for a profit
I'm as hell
You you tell?
My dog, under the jail
frustrating mail
So I'm drinking and
and hoping
This gon' open
You can dance next to me, but don't throw an
I'll throw one back and leave blood on your Shell
no
I ain't paying for
pussy don't bring rainbows and pots of treasure
It's girl's dream, to floss with the team
Long on the
DVD's on the
on cream
Waiting for you to
You ain't gotta how to read, to spray a magazine

[Tony
I don't wanna grow up, hustler kid
Go'head and stunt, see I don't pop two wig
I'm artistic, intelligent, so ability
When I use them big words, your bitch be me
So ya'll niggas hate me, 'cause your wives be our
Ya'll irritate me, loud people in the movies
Fall back, matter fact down
'Cause I passed security without no pat down
You can catch me in the blowing a sticky
Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some
Sex sells, so P-I-M-P
So my never be empty
It ain't no problem, we scoop them
We got condoms, coups, and lavish
50 got me ass like I never 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
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