Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

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It's me yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my peoples, Negros and
And even the

Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Rock
Three for the coming live, future shock
five dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 Million Stories to
Nine planets faithfully in orbit
With the probable tenth, the universe length
The body of my posses extra strength
powerless up, out of this, towering inferno
My ink so hot it burn through the
I'm blacker than on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-Hop past all your social hurdles
Like the projects, prison-industry complex
Broken glass wall better keep your set
Streets too loud to ever hear sing
Say your sleep, it's dangerous to dream
But you chain cats get they CHA-POW, who now
Killing fields need blood to graze the cow
It's a number game, but shit don't add up
Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to it
But only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets
Sixty-nine billion in the twenty years
Spent on national defense but folks still in fear like
Nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter
why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack
Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty to a ki
A five minute sentence and you no longer free
40% of own a cell phone
So can hear, everything that you say when you ain't home
I guess, Michael was right, "You Are Not Alone"
Rock your hardhat cause you in the Terrordome
Full of hard niggas, large niggas, tumblers
Young teens and prison greens facing life
Crack mothers, babies and AIDS patients
Young bloods can't spell but could rock you in PlayStation
This new math is whipping ass
You wanna know how to you better learn how to add
It's

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"The Mos Def"
"It's mathematics"
"Check it out!"
"I around science"
"What are we talking here?"

"Do math" [Repeat: x2]
"One.. t-t-two.. three, four"
"What are we talking here?"

Yo, it's one universal law but two to every story
Three strikes and you be in for life,
Four MC's murdered in the last four
I trying to be the fifth one, the millennium is here
Yo it's 6 Ways to Die, from the seven deadly thrills
Eight-year olds getting with 9 mill's
10 P.M., where your seeds at? What's the deal
He on the hill puffin krill to they belly filled
Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty in life
Young soldiers to earn they next stripe
the average minimum wage is $5.15
You believe you gotta find a new ground to get cream
The white unemployment rate, is more than triple for black
So front liners got gun in your back
Bubbling crack, jewel theft and to combat poverty
And end up in the global jail
Stiffer stipulations attached to sentence
Budget cutbacks but police presence
And even if you get out of prison still
Join the other five million state supervision
This is business, no faces lines and statistics
From phone, your zip code, to S-S-I digits
The break man child and women into figures
Two for who is, and who ain't niggas
Numbers is real and they never have feelings
But you push too hard, numbers got limits
Why did one break the camel's back? Here's the secret:
The million other straws underneath it, all mathematics