Luyện nghe bài hát Elementry

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

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

She roll with them G Unit niggas, that's up
Disrespect me, I'll niggas blast ya up
Take my advice, let ya peoples grass ya up
I got a for the chips, 20's for the six hollows for the clips

Try me, if you think I'm bitch
And the police we'll have another scene taker
Jim Star your 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 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
out the window saying, "He robbed me"
It's

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

Now get the on the floor I slid through the front door
With the 9 and the velor, a cal in my
You will, I'ma pop it, I'm for a profit
I'm ghetto as hell, you can't you
My dog, under the jail getting frustrating mail

So I'm drinking and thinking and hoping
This gon' open, you can dance next to me
But don't throw an elbow, I'll one back
And blood on your Shell Toes
Hell no I paying for pleasure

Your pussy don't bring rainbows and of treasure
It's every girl's dream, to floss with the
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 precinct
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he D"

The balla by the bar
"Everybody drink, the best champagne, all on me"
Snitch in the back of the 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 ability
I use them big words, your bitch be feeling me

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

You can catch me in the bathroom blowing a
Or me on the dance floor feeling some tits
Sex sells, so P I M P
So my pockets be empty

It ain't no problem, we scoop them
We got condoms, coups, and lavish
50 got me getting ass like I did
So when I step in the club, hoes the kid

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

The balla by the bar
"Everybody drink, the best champagne, all on me"
in the back 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