Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

Ha ha
You the deal
just me yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my peoples, Negros and
And the gringos

Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady
for the fourth coming live, future shock
It's five dimensions, six
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 Stories to tell
Nine faithfully keep in orbit
the probable tenth, the universe expands length
The of my text posses extra strength
Power-lifting up, out of this, towering inferno
My ink so hot it burn the journal
I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and
Hip-Hop past all your tall social
Like the nationwide projects, complex
Broken wall better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever hear sing
Say your sleep, it's dangerous to dream
But you cats get they CHA-POW, who dead now
Killing need blood to graze the cash cow
It's a number game, but don't add up somehow
Like I got, sixteen to bars to rock it
But only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets
billion in the last twenty years
Spent on national defense but folks still live in like
Nearly half of America's cities is one-quarter black
That's why gave Ricky Ross all the crack
Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty to a ki
A five minute sentence hearing and you no free
40% of own a cell phone
So they can hear, that you say when you ain't home
I guess, Michael was right, "You Are Not Alone"
Rock hardhat black cause you in the Terrordome
of hard niggas, large niggas, dice tumblers
Young teens and prison facing life numbers
Crack mothers, crack babies and AIDS
Young bloods can't spell but could rock you in PlayStation
This new math is motherfuckers ass
You wanna how to rhyme you better learn how to add
mathematics

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