Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

Ha ha
You know the
just me yo
Beats by for all of my peoples, Negros and Latinos
And the gringos

Yo, it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock
Three for the coming live, future shock
five dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 Million Stories to
planets faithfully keep in orbit
With the probable tenth, the universe expands
The of my text posses extra strength
powerless up, out of this, towering inferno
My ink so hot it burn the journal
I'm blacker than on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-Hop past all your tall hurdles
Like the projects, prison-industry complex
glass wall better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever hear freedom
Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to
But you chain cats get they CHA-POW, who now
Killing fields blood to graze the cash cow
It's a number game, but don't add up somehow
Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to it
But only 15% of profits, see my pockets like
Sixty-nine billion in the last twenty
on national defense but folks still live in fear like
Nearly half of America's cities is one-quarter black
That's why they 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 Americans own a phone
So they can hear, everything that you say you ain't home
I guess, Michael was right, "You Are Not Alone"
Rock your black cause you in the Terrordome
Full of hard niggas, large niggas, dice
Young teens and prison greens life numbers
Crack mothers, crack and AIDS patients
Young bloods can't spell but they could rock you in
This new math is motherfuckers ass
You wanna know how to rhyme you better how to add
It's

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

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

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