Luyện nghe bài hát Elementry

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

Picture me rolling Rover
Same color your Air Ones
White on white, ya Red I flight the night
L.A. to N.Y. I'm Harlem bound

You see how bitches tense up, when '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, what's up
Disrespect me, I'll niggas blast ya up
my advice, don't 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 another crime scene taker
Jim crush your head, give your ass a shape-up
Uptown niggas 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 snitch in the precinct
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he D"

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

1, 2, 3, 4
Lloyd in the house

Now get the fuck on the I slid through the front door
With the 9 and the velor, a cal in my
You will, pop it, I'm down for a profit
I'm as hell, you can't you tell?
My road dog, under the 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, I'll throw one
And blood on your Shell Toes
Hell no I ain't for pleasure

Your don't bring rainbows and pots of treasure
It's every girl's dream, to floss with the
on the suine, DVD's on the screen
Blowing on cream for you to scheme
You ain't gotta know how to read, to a magazine

The boss 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 saying, "He robbed me"
elementary

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

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

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

It no problem, we scoop them models
We got condoms, coups, and lavish
50 got me getting ass like I did
So I step in the club, hoes love the kid

The boss ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and 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"
Snitch in the back of the 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
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