Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

Every I get my hands on
I try to make you dub with my chips wouldn't
Than man, I wouldn't
I'm legal dog, I got the same Eagle, dog

When fly out of my hands
And to my people, dog, ya
The white-man fuck with 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 eyes
'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, and rocked
Let all my neighborhood,

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

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

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

I for mines, let my work, work for me
I my ends, my friends buy their work from 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
money don't sleep
Money is up, days 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 plate, plus a little rate
That I give mines, with a how to grind
I'ma leave my dent in the like ripples
As a kid, even tried to make my my triples

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

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

I got money in my account and dirty money under my mattress
Nigga, mathematics
my super-bad bitch and my house on the hill
I can add it up for real, all because of

is to the good, now I'm living how I wanna
I got around the world and got some, still on the corner
If you broke, and see me, I got shit 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 my money, flip like quota-quarters
If money is the root to all evil than I'm
And is a race on mind, so I'm cheating

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

And a whole bunch of bitches, I rock the microphone
And my key to success is hard zones
With my mind on a dub, re-up and cabbage
And I'm a proof of the signs of mathematics

If I throw a chicken up and that bitch, start
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, 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 fucked up and its straight
But mathematics around here and in you didn't know
Nigga, money, all this mother fucking ice and chrome
Wheels everywhere and if you ain't bout' then
Fuck you in your ass you, hating ass,
Hey Fresh, let this bump, homie