Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

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

When birds fly out of my
And to my people, dog, ya
The white-man fuck with me
I, in the streets, Hoo, my company

Papered up, beyond motherfucker's
A millionaire the city streets
See the flames in my eyes motherfucker
'Cause if you on it you get these dreams, motherfucker

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

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

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

I got legal money in my account and 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 because of

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

I make money, I'm sleeping
'Cause money don't
is up, seven days of the week
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, with a how to grind
I'ma leave my dent in the game ripples
As a kid, even tried to make my lunch my

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 bitch, start flipping
Nigga, mathematics
Over here we bloodin' and crippin, Hoo banging and
Nigga, mathematics

I got money in my account and dirty money under my mattress
Nigga, mathematics
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 how I wanna
I got dope around the world and got some, still on the
If you broke, and see me, I got shit for you to do
I got a on how to make one bird turn in two

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, nigga this CMR and Hoo-Bangin' for
Nigga, don't get it fucked up and its straight
But around 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
Fuck you in ass you, hating ass, nigga
Hey Fresh, let this shit bump,