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 Desert Eagle, dog

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

Papered up, motherfucker's belief
A millionaire patrolling the streets
See the flames burning in my motherfucker
if you sleep on it you get these dreams, motherfucker

I the one like I said, I want it all
And my comrads, time to wake up and ball
shots, have it ready, soft and rocked
Let all my neighborhood,

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

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

I got legal money in my account and 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 because of

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 switches is me
Went out on the seat and out all those bitches is me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If I a chicken up and that 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 dirty money under my
Nigga, that's
With my super-bad bitch and my on the hill
I can add it up for real, all of mathematics

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