Luyện nghe bài hát Elementry

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

me rolling Range Rover
Same your Air Force 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, Scarlett 'round
Niggas get the heart to holla we up in the club
But get intimidated when they see me sitting on
I hear 'em whispering, "That ain't a man, that's her"

She roll them G Unit niggas, that's what's up
Disrespect me, I'll have blast ya up
Take my advice, don't let ya grass ya up
I got a fetish for the chips, 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 crush your head, give your ass a
niggas known for the money they make
Everybody shook, you see doing the shake

The spending ends
Saying, "Gimme Benz, 20 inch rims, and four 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"
in the back of the police car
Pointing out the saying, "He robbed me"
It's

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 as hell, you can't you tell?
My road dog, under the jail getting mail

So I'm drinking and smoking thinking and
This cell gon' open, you can dance to me
But throw an elbow, I'll throw one back
And leave blood on Shell Toes
Hell no I paying for pleasure

Your pussy don't bring rainbows and of treasure
every girl's dream, to floss with the team
Long on the suine, on the screen
on cream 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 in the precinct saying
"He X, he sell 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
out the window saying, "He robbed me"
It's

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

So y'all niggas hate me, 'cause wives be our groupies
irritate me, like loud people in the movies
Fall back, matter fact down
'Cause I just passed security no pat down

You can catch me in the blowing a sticky
Or catch me on the floor 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 lavish
50 got me ass like I never did
So when I step in the club, hoes the kid

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