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 dog, I got the same Desert 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 patrolling the streets
See the flames burning in my motherfucker
'Cause if you sleep on it you get dreams, motherfucker

I ain't the one like I said, I it all
And like my comrads, time to up and ball
shots, have it ready, soft and rocked
Let all my neighborhood,

Come to 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 that bitch, start
Nigga, mathematics
Over here we bloodin' and crippin, Hoo banging and
Nigga, that's

I got legal money in my account and dirty under my mattress
Nigga, mathematics
With my super-bad 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 buy their work from me
Money is me, that on those switches is me
Went out on the and out with all those bitches is me

I make money, I'm sleeping
money don't sleep
Money is up, seven days of the
Three-sixty-five, if you than it pays

I mind as long as your one-o, is straight
Put some bread on this plate, a little rate
That I mines, with a tape how to grind
I'ma my dent in the game like ripples
As a kid, even to make my lunch my triples

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

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

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 because of

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 make one bird in two

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

I want shit subtracted, everything added
I didn't look back for shit, 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 bunch of bitches, when I rock the microphone
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 a chicken up and that 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
With my super-bad bitch and my house on the
I can add it up for real, all of mathematics

Yeah, nigga this CMR and for life
Nigga, don't get it up and its straight nothing
But mathematics around and in case you didn't know
Nigga, that's money, all this mother 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,