Luyện nghe bài hát Elementry

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

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

You see how bitches up, when Scarlett 'round
Niggas get the heart to while 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 with them G Unit niggas, that's what's up
me, I'll have niggas blast ya up
Take my advice, don't let ya peoples ya up
I got a fetish for the chips, 20's for the six hollows for the

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

The boss ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and 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"
Snitch in the of the police car
Pointing out the saying, "He robbed me"
elementary

1, 2, 3, 4
Lloyd 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 down for a
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
cell gon' open, you can dance next to me
But don't an elbow, I'll throw one back
And leave blood on your Shell
Hell no I ain't paying for

Your pussy don't bring rainbows and of treasure
every girl's dream, to floss with the team
Long on the suine, DVD's on the
on cream waiting for you to scheme
You ain't gotta how to read, to spray a magazine

The boss ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 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"
in the back of the police car
Pointing out the saying, "He robbed me"
It's

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 hate me, your wives be our groupies
Y'all irritate me, loud people in the movies
back, matter fact back down
'Cause I passed security without no pat down

You can catch me in the blowing a sticky
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 them models
We got condoms, coups, and lavish
50 got me getting ass I never did
So when I in the club, hoes love the kid

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

The cat in the go
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,
The in the cage go
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet,
elementary