Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

Every time I get my on
I try to you dub with my chips wouldn't stack
man, I wouldn't hustle
I'm legal dog, I got the Desert Eagle, dog

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

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

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

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

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

I got legal money in my and dirty money under my mattress
Nigga, mathematics
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 make my ends, my buy their work from me
Money is me, that folding on switches is me
Went out on the and out with all those bitches is me

I make money, while I'm
'Cause money sleep
Money is up, seven days of the
Three-sixty-five, if you grind it pays

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

it up, how do you think I bought that first double up?
{Unverified} and other shit I hustled up, mathematics
That's how I look at it
enough carrots to feed a whole hood of rabbits

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

is to the good, now I'm living how I wanna
I got dope around the world and got some, on the corner
If you broke, and see me, I got shit for you to do
I got a class on how to make one turn in two

I'm a connected shot caller, pure bread
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 want subtracted, everything added
I didn't look back for shit, since I hit bird
And now I pack clips like Glaydis with no
Just a whole bunch of and a whole bunch of crips

And a bunch of bitches, when I rock the microphone
And my key to is thirty-six hard zones
With my mind on a dub, and stack cabbage
And I'm a proof of the signs of mathematics

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

I got legal money in my account and dirty money my mattress
Nigga, mathematics
my super-bad bitch and my house on the hill
I can add it up for real, all of mathematics

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