Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

Every time I get my on
I try to make you dub with my chips wouldn't
Than man, I wouldn't
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 patrolling the city 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 my comrads, time to wake up and ball
shots, have it ready, soft and rocked
Let all my neighborhood,

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

If I throw a chicken up and that bitch, start
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 house on the
I can add it up for real, all because of

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

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

I don't mind as long as one-o, is straight
Put some bread on this plate, plus a little
That I give mines, a tape 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
That's how I look at it
With enough carrots to feed a hood of rabbits

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

I got legal in my account and dirty 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 because of

Everything is to the good, now I'm how I wanna
I got around 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 bread
All I do is try to make my money, flip quota-quarters
If money is the root to all evil I'm {Unverified}
And is a race 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 like with no tips
Just a whole bunch of bloods and a whole of crips

And a whole bunch of bitches, when I the microphone
And my key to success is thirty-six zones
With my mind on a dub, re-up and stack
And I'm a walking proof of the of mathematics

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

I got legal money in my 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

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