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 Ones
White on white, ya Red I flight the night
From L.A. to N.Y. I'm Harlem

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

She roll them G Unit niggas, that's what's up
Disrespect me, 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 for the clips

Try me, if you I'm playing bitch
And the police have another crime scene taker
Jim Star crush your head, your ass a shape-up
Uptown niggas known for the they make
Everybody shook, you see doing the shake

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

1, 2, 3, 4
Lloyd in the house

Now get the fuck on the floor I slid through the front
With the 9 and the velor, a cal in my
You will, I'ma pop it, I'm down for a
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 open, 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 paying for pleasure

Your pussy don't bring and pots of treasure
It's every girl's dream, to floss with the
Long on the suine, DVD's on the
Blowing on waiting for you to scheme
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 snitch in the precinct
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he 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 window saying, "He me"
elementary

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

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

You can catch me in the bathroom a sticky
Or catch me on the dance floor some tits
Sex sells, so P I M P
So my pockets never be

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

The boss spending
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 balla by the bar
"Everybody drink, the champagne, it's all on me"
in the back of the police 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