Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

Every time I get my on
I try to make you dub my chips wouldn't stack
man, I wouldn't 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 fuck me
I, Hoo-Bangang in the streets, Hoo, my

Papered up, motherfucker's belief
A patrolling the city streets
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 my comrads, time to wake up and ball
Call shots, it ready, soft and rocked
Let all my neighborhood,

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

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

I got legal money in my account and dirty 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

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

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

I don't mind as long as 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, even tried to make my lunch my

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

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 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 of mathematics

Everything is to the good, now I'm living how I
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 bird in two

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

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

And a whole of bitches, when 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 proof of the signs of mathematics

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

I got legal money in my account and dirty money 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

Yeah, this CMR and Hoo-Bangin' for life
Nigga, get it fucked up and its straight nothing
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 ain't that then
Fuck you in your ass you, hating ass,
Hey Fresh, let this shit bump,