Luyện nghe bài hát Elementry

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

Picture me Range Rover
Same color your Air 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
get the heart to holla while we up in the club
But get intimidated when they see me sitting on
I hear 'em whispering, "That a man, shit that's her"

She roll with G Unit niggas, that's what'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, 20's for the six for the clips

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

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

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

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

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 for a profit
I'm ghetto as hell, you can't you
My road dog, under the jail frustrating mail

So I'm drinking and thinking and hoping
This cell open, you can dance next to me
But don't throw an elbow, 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
every girl's dream, to floss with the team
Long on the suine, on the screen
Blowing on cream for you to scheme
You ain't gotta know how to read, to a magazine

The spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the saying
"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 saying, "He robbed me"
elementary

I don't wanna grow up, 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, your wives be our groupies
Y'all irritate me, like people in the movies
Fall back, fact back down
'Cause I just passed security no pat down

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

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

The boss ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and TV's"
The in the precinct saying
"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"
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,
elementary