Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

Every time I get my on
I try to make you dub with my chips 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

up, beyond motherfucker's 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, to wake up and ball
Call shots, have it ready, soft and
Let all my neighborhood,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

is to the good, now I'm living how I wanna
I got dope around the world and got some, on the corner
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 my money, flip like quota-quarters
If is the root to all evil than I'm {Unverified}
And money is a on mind, so I'm cheating

I don't want subtracted, everything added
I look back for shit, since I hit bird status
And now I pack clips like 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, re-up and stack
And I'm a proof of the signs of mathematics

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

I got legal in my account and dirty money under my mattress
Nigga, mathematics
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, get it fucked up and its straight nothing
But mathematics around here and in case you know
Nigga, that's money, all this mother fucking ice and
Wheels everywhere and if you bout' that then
Fuck you in ass you, hating ass, nigga
Hey Fresh, let shit bump, homie