Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

Every I get my hands on
I try to make you dub my chips wouldn't stack
Than man, I hustle
I'm legal dog, I got the Desert Eagle, dog

When fly out of my hands
And to my people, dog, ya
The white-man can't with me
I, Hoo-Bangang in the streets, Hoo, my

Papered up, beyond belief
A millionaire patrolling the streets
See the burning in my eyes motherfucker
'Cause if you sleep on it you get dreams, motherfucker

I ain't the one I said, I want it all
And like my comrads, time to up and ball
Call shots, have it ready, soft and
Let all my neighborhood,

Come to scrap all the
Let my B.G.'s run the hood spots
And if it's funked my killers
Come to down the block

If I a chicken up and that bitch, start flipping
Nigga, mathematics
Over here we bloodin' and crippin, Hoo banging and
Nigga, mathematics

I got money in my account and dirty money under my mattress
Nigga, that's
With my super-bad and my house on the hill
I can add it up for real, all of mathematics

I work for mines, let my work, for me
I make my ends, my friends buy their from me
Money is me, that folding on those is me
Went out on the seat and out with all bitches is me

I money, while I'm sleeping
'Cause money don't
Money is up, seven days of the
Three-sixty-five, if you grind than it

I don't as long as your one-o, is straight
Put some bread on plate, plus a little rate
That I mines, with a tape how to grind
I'ma leave my dent in the like ripples
As a kid, even to make my lunch my triples

Stack it up, how do you think I bought that double up?
{Unverified} and that other shit I up, mathematics
just how I look at it
With enough carrots to feed a hood of rabbits

If I a chicken up and that bitch, start flipping
Nigga, that's
Over here we bloodin' and crippin, Hoo and dippin'
Nigga, that's

I got legal money in my account and money under my mattress
Nigga, that's
my super-bad bitch and my house on the hill
I can add it up for real, all because of

Everything is to the good, now I'm how I wanna
I got around the world and got some, still on the corner
If you broke, come and see me, I got for you to do
I got a class on how to one bird turn in two

I'm a connected shot caller, bread baller
All I do is try to make my money, flip quota-quarters
If is the root to all evil than I'm {Unverified}
And money is a race on mind, so I'm

I don't want subtracted, everything added
I didn't look for shit, since I hit bird status
And now I pack clips like Glaydis no tips
Just a whole bunch of and a whole bunch of crips

And a whole bunch of bitches, I rock the microphone
And my key to success is thirty-six zones
my mind on a dub, re-up and stack cabbage
And I'm a walking proof of the of mathematics

If I throw a chicken up and bitch, start flipping
Nigga, mathematics
Over here we bloodin' and crippin, Hoo-Banging and
Nigga, that's

I got legal money in my account and dirty money under my
Nigga, that's
With my bitch and my house on the hill
I can add it up for real, all because of

Yeah, this CMR and Hoo-Bangin' for life
Nigga, don't get it fucked up and its straight
But mathematics around here and in you didn't know
Nigga, that's money, all this fucking ice and chrome
Wheels everywhere and if you ain't bout' that
Fuck you in your ass you, ass, nigga
Hey Fresh, let shit bump, homie