Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

Every time I get my on
I try to make you dub with my chips wouldn't
man, I wouldn't 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 can't with me
I, Hoo-Bangang in the streets, Hoo, my

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

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

to scrap all the pots
Let my little B.G.'s run the hood
And if funked than my killers
Come to shut down the

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

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

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

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

I don't mind as long as your one-o, is
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 like ripples
As a kid, even tried to make my my triples

Stack it up, how do you think I bought first double up?
and that other shit I hustled up, mathematics
That's just how I at it
With enough to feed a whole hood of rabbits

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

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

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

I'm a connected shot caller, bread baller
All I do is try to make my money, flip quota-quarters
If is the root to all evil than 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, I hit bird status
And now I pack clips like with no tips
Just a whole bunch of bloods and a whole of crips

And a whole bunch of bitches, when I 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 proof of the signs of

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

I got legal money in my account and money under my mattress
Nigga, that's
With my super-bad bitch and my 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 nothing
But around here and in case you didn't know
Nigga, that's money, all this mother fucking ice and
Wheels everywhere and if you ain't that then
Fuck you in your ass you, hating ass,
Hey Fresh, let this shit bump,