Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

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

When fly out of my hands
And to my people, dog, ya
The can't 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 motherfucker
'Cause if you sleep on it you get these dreams,

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

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

I got money in my account and dirty 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

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

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

I mind as long as your one-o, is straight
Put some bread on this plate, plus a 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 I bought that first double up?
{Unverified} and other shit I hustled up, mathematics
just how I look at it
With enough carrots to a whole hood of rabbits

If I throw a chicken up and 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 money my mattress
Nigga, that's
With my bitch and my house 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 around the 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 like
If money is the root to all evil I'm {Unverified}
And money is a race on mind, so I'm

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

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, re-up and cabbage
And I'm a walking of the signs of mathematics

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

I got legal money in my account and money under my mattress
Nigga, that's
With my bitch and my house 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 here and in case you didn't know
Nigga, that's money, all this mother ice and chrome
Wheels and if you ain't bout' that then
you in your ass you, hating ass, nigga
Hey Fresh, let shit bump, homie