Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

At the y'all
At the trumpet

Well I'm on a good day six
I got of things need to fix
A bigger chest and dimples in my
With those i be pushin seven to eight
Guitar in my hand add a to my score
No car slide me to a four
Six with a pair of blue eyes
Brings me up to a five

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

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

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

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

90% of the mental judicial system is based soley on intuition
To me seems a bit stange
Only talk to people who we think we be kissn'
a lot of ideas to be dismissing
WE it to humans to choose the criteria we can't change

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