Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

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You know the
It's me yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my peoples, and Latinos
And the gringos

Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady
Three for the fourth live, future shock
It's five dimensions, six
Seven of heaven to hell, 8 Million Stories to tell
Nine planets faithfully in orbit
With the probable tenth, the universe expands
The body of my text posses extra
powerless up, out of this, towering inferno
My ink so hot it burn the journal
I'm than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-Hop past all tall social hurdles
the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex
Broken glass wall keep your alarm 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 to graze the cash cow
a number game, but shit don't add up somehow
Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two to rock it
But only 15% of profits, ever see my like
Sixty-nine billion in the last years
Spent on national but folks still live in fear like
Nearly half of America's largest cities is black
That's why they gave Ricky all the crack
Sixteen to a pound, twenty more to a ki
A five minute sentence hearing and you no free
40% of Americans own a phone
So they can hear, everything that you say when you ain't
I guess, Jackson was right, "You Are Not Alone"
Rock your black cause you in the Terrordome
Full of hard niggas, large niggas, tumblers
Young teens and greens facing life numbers
Crack mothers, crack and AIDS patients
bloods can't spell but they could rock you in PlayStation
This new math is motherfuckers 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 revolve science"
"What are we about here?"

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

Yo, it's one universal law but two sides to every
strikes and you be in for life, manditory
Four murdered in the last four years
I ain't trying to be the one, the millennium is here
Yo it's 6 Million Ways to Die, from the deadly thrills
Eight-year olds getting found with 9
It's 10 P.M., where seeds at? What's the deal
He on the hill puffin krill to they belly filled
in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty shit in life
Young soldiers trying to earn they next
When the minimum wage 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 they gun in back
Bubbling crack, jewel and robbery to combat poverty
And end up in the global jail
Stiffer stipulations to each sentence
Budget cutbacks but increased police
And even if you get out of prison living
Join the other five million under supervision
This is business, no just lines and statistics
From phone, your zip code, to S-S-I digits
The system break man child and women figures
Two columns for who is, and who ain't
Numbers is hardly real and they never feelings
But you push too hard, even got limits
Why did one straw break the back? Here's the secret:
The million other straws underneath it, all mathematics