Luyện nghe bài hát Elementary

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

Picture me Range Rover
Same color your Air Force
White on white, ya
Red I flight the
L.A. to N.Y.
I'm Harlem
You see how bitches up, when Scarlett 'round
get the heart to holla while we up in the club
But get intimidated they see me sitting on dubs
I hear 'em whispering " dat a man, shit that's her."
She with them G Unit niggas, that's what'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 I'm playing bitch
And the police we'll have another scene taker
Jim Star crush your head, give ass a shape-up
Uptown known for the money they make
Everybody ain't shook, you see the shake

[50
The boss spending
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and TV's"
The snitch in the precinct
"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"
It's

Banks]
1,2,3,4
[50
Lloyd Banks' in the
[Lloyd
Now get the on the floor
I slid through the door
With the 9 and the
A cal in my
You wil', pop it
I'm for a profit
I'm ghetto as
You can't you
My road dog, the jail
frustrating mail
So I'm and smoking
and hoping
This cell gon'
You can dance to me, but don't throw an elbow
throw one back and leave blood on your Shell Toes
no
I paying for pleasure
Your pussy don't bring rainbows and pots of
It's girl's dream, to floss with the team
on the suine
DVD's on the
Blowing on
for you to scheme
You ain't gotta know how to read, to a magazine

[Tony
I don't wanna grow up, hustler kid
and stunt, see I don't pop two your wig
I'm artistic, intelligent, so much
When I use them big words, your bitch be me
So niggas hate me, 'cause your wives be our groupies
irritate me, like loud people in the movies
Fall back, matter fact back
'Cause I passed security without 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 in the club, hoes love the kid

[50
The cat in the go
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,
The bird in the go
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet,
It's