Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

Every I get my hands on
I try to make you dub with my wouldn't stack
Than man, I 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 with me
I, Hoo-Bangang in the streets, Hoo, my

Papered up, beyond motherfucker's
A millionaire 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 spots
And if funked than my killers
to shut down the block

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

I got legal money in my account and dirty money 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 work for mines, let my work, for me
I make my ends, my friends buy work from me
is me, that folding on those switches is me
Went out on the seat and out with all those is me

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

I don't mind as as your one-o, is straight
Put some bread on this plate, plus a rate
That I give mines, a tape how to grind
I'ma leave my dent in the game like
As a kid, even to make my lunch my triples

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

If I throw a chicken up and that bitch, 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, that's
With my super-bad 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 world and got some, still on the
If you broke, come and see me, I got for you to do
I got a on how to make one bird turn in two

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

I don't want shit subtracted, added
I didn't look for shit, since I hit bird status
And now I pack clips like Glaydis 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 zones
With my mind on a dub, re-up and stack
And I'm a walking of the signs of mathematics

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

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

Yeah, nigga this CMR and for life
Nigga, get it fucked up and its straight nothing
But mathematics around here and in case you didn't
Nigga, money, all this mother fucking ice and chrome
Wheels everywhere and if you ain't bout' then
Fuck you in ass you, hating ass, nigga
Hey Fresh, let this shit bump,