Luyện nghe bài hát Elementary

[50 G Unit!
[50 A, B
[Scarlett] You can't with me
[50 C, D
[Scarlett] We from the Harlem
[50 E, F
[Scarlett] talk me to death
[50 G, H
[Scarlett] elementary

Picture me Range Rover
Same your Air Force Ones
on white, ya like?
Red I flight the
L.A. to N.Y.
I'm Harlem
You see how bitches tense up, when 'round
Niggas get the heart to holla we up in the club
But get when they see me sitting on dubs
I hear 'em " dat ain't a man, shit that's her."
She roll with them G Unit niggas, that'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
for the six
Hollows for the
Try me, if you I'm playing bitch
And the police we'll have another scene taker
Jim Star crush your head, give ass a shape-up
niggas known for the money they make
Everybody shook, you see doing the shake

[50
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 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

Banks]
1,2,3,4
[50
Banks' in the house
[Lloyd
Now get the fuck on the
I slid through the front
the 9 and the velour
A cal in my
You wil', pop it
I'm for a profit
I'm ghetto as
You you tell?
My road dog, the jail
frustrating mail
So I'm drinking and
Thinking and
cell gon' open
You can dance next to me, but throw an elbow
I'll throw one back and leave blood on your Shell
no
I ain't for pleasure
Your pussy bring rainbows and pots of treasure
It's every girl's dream, to floss with the
on the suine
DVD's on the
on cream
Waiting for you to
You ain't know how to read, to spray a magazine

[Tony
I don't wanna grow up, 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 ya'll niggas hate me, your wives be our groupies
Ya'll irritate me, like loud in the movies
Fall back, matter back down
'Cause I passed security without no pat down
You can catch me in the blowing a sticky
Or catch me on the 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 condos
50 got me getting ass like I did
So when I step in the club, love the kid

[50
The cat in the go
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,
The bird in the go
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet,
elementary