Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

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

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

Papered up, beyond belief
A millionaire patrolling the city
See the flames burning in my 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 wake up and
shots, have it ready, soft and rocked
Let all my neighborhood,

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

If I throw a chicken up and that bitch, start
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, mathematics
my super-bad bitch and my house on the hill
I can add it up for real, all of mathematics

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

I make money, I'm sleeping
money don't sleep
Money is up, seven days of the
Three-sixty-five, if you grind it pays

I don't mind as as your one-o, is straight
Put some on this plate, plus a little rate
That I give mines, with a tape how to
I'ma leave my in the game like ripples
As a kid, even tried to my lunch my triples

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

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

I got legal money in my account and dirty money my mattress
Nigga, mathematics
With my super-bad bitch and my on the hill
I can add it up for real, all of mathematics

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

I'm a connected shot caller, pure bread
All I do is try to make my money, like quota-quarters
If money is the root to all evil than I'm
And money is a on mind, so I'm cheating

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

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

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

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

Yeah, nigga this CMR and for life
Nigga, don't get it fucked up and its straight
But mathematics here and in case you didn't know
Nigga, that's money, all mother fucking ice and chrome
Wheels everywhere and if you bout' that then
Fuck you in ass you, hating ass, nigga
Hey Fresh, let this shit bump,