Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

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

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

up, beyond motherfucker's belief
A millionaire the city streets
See the burning in my eyes motherfucker
if you sleep on it you get these 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, and rocked
Let all my neighborhood,

to scrap all the pots
Let my little B.G.'s run the spots
And if funked than my killers
to shut down the block

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

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

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

I money, while I'm sleeping
'Cause money sleep
Money is up, seven of the week
Three-sixty-five, if you grind than it

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

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

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

I got legal in my account and dirty money under my mattress
Nigga, that's
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 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, pure baller
All I do is try to make my money, flip quota-quarters
If money is the to all evil than I'm {Unverified}
And is a race on mind, so I'm cheating

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

And a whole bunch of bitches, when I rock the
And my key to success is thirty-six hard
With my mind on a dub, and stack cabbage
And I'm a walking proof of the signs of

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

I got money in my account and dirty 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 of mathematics

Yeah, this CMR and Hoo-Bangin' for life
Nigga, get it fucked up and its straight nothing
But mathematics around and in case you didn't know
Nigga, money, all this mother fucking ice and chrome
Wheels everywhere and if you ain't bout' then
Fuck you in your ass you, ass, nigga
Hey Fresh, let this bump, homie