Luyện nghe bài hát Elementry

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

Picture me rolling Range
Same your Air Force Ones
White on white, ya like? Red I flight the
L.A. to N.Y. I'm Harlem 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 '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 peoples ya up
I got a for the chips, 20's for the six hollows for the clips

Try me, if you I'm playing bitch
And the police we'll have another scene taker
Jim crush 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 spending
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the precinct
"He sell X, he techs, and he sell D"

The by the bar saying
"Everybody drink, the champagne, it's all on me"
Snitch in the of the police car
Pointing out the window saying, "He me"
elementary

1, 2, 3, 4
Lloyd in the house

Now get the fuck on the I slid through the front door
the 9 and the velor, a cal in my pocket
You will, I'ma pop it, I'm down for a
I'm ghetto as hell, you you tell?
My road dog, the jail getting frustrating mail

So I'm drinking and smoking and hoping
This cell open, you can dance next to me
But don't throw an elbow, throw one back
And leave blood on your Shell
Hell no I ain't 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 waiting for you to scheme
You ain't gotta know how to read, to spray a

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 champagne, it's all on me"
Snitch in the back of the car
Pointing out the window saying, "He me"
elementary

I don't wanna grow up, 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, bitch be feeling me

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

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

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

The boss spending
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 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 bird in the go
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet,
elementary