Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

At the y'all
At the trumpet

I'm five on a good day six
I got of things need to fix
A bigger and dimples in my face
With those i could be pushin seven to
Guitar in my add a point to my score
No car me down to a four
Six feet a pair of blue eyes
Brings me back up to a

than less than equal to
You're making way to mathematical
The value of seems to be dead
All walkin around with numbered on our heads well

Threes want and fours want fives
Eights nines have much better lives
And it's a reasonable to ask
I guess it's all how ya the math
And i can sit and i can lie to you
And say this somethin' i don't do
But i'm a nother number crunchn'
Whos way overused

than less than equal to
You're making way to mathematical
The value of seems to be dead
All walkin around with halo's on our heads and i'm thinking

one time
I wish i have a nine
be hot and she'd be mine just one time
But for every nine theres a two starting at you
you would do what you wanted the nine to eh

90% of the mental judicial system is soley on superficial intuition
To me that a bit stange
talk to people who we think we might be kissn'
That's a lot of ideas to be
WE leave it to humans to choose the criteria we change

It doesn't sence no doesn't make sense doesn't make sense
For the to be where we are concentrating
In my minor sense i condesense in my sense
Asymetrical
evaporating
I'm a five on a day six
Got of things need to fix
I need a or some sort of plan to focus on the soda not the can