Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

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

Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady
Three for the fourth coming live, future
It's five dimensions, six
firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 Million Stories to tell
Nine faithfully keep in orbit
With the probable tenth, the expands length
The body of my posses extra strength
Power-lifting powerless up, out of this, towering
My ink so hot it burn the journal
I'm than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-Hop past all tall social hurdles
Like the nationwide projects, complex
Broken glass better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever hear freedom
Say your sleep, it's dangerous to dream
But you chain get they CHA-POW, who dead now
Killing fields need blood to graze the cow
It's a number game, but shit 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 live in fear like
Nearly half of America's largest is one-quarter black
That's why they Ricky Ross all the crack
Sixteen ounces to a pound, more to a ki
A minute sentence hearing and you no longer free
40% of own a cell phone
So they can hear, everything that you say you ain't home
I guess, Jackson 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 greens facing numbers
Crack mothers, babies and AIDS patients
Young bloods can't but they could rock you in PlayStation
new math is whipping motherfuckers ass
You wanna know how to rhyme you better how to add
mathematics

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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 law but two sides to every story
Three and you be in for life, manditory
Four MC's murdered in the last years
I ain't trying to be the one, the millennium is here
Yo it's 6 Million Ways to Die, from the seven thrills
Eight-year olds getting found with 9
It's 10 P.M., your seeds at? What's the deal
He on the hill puffin to keep they belly filled
in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty shit in life
Young soldiers trying to earn they 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 for black
So front got they gun in your back
Bubbling crack, jewel theft and robbery to poverty
And end up in the global economy
Stiffer stipulations to each sentence
Budget cutbacks but increased police
And even if you get out of still living
Join the other five million under state
This is business, no faces lines and statistics
From your phone, your zip code, to S-S-I
The break man child and women into figures
Two for who is, and who ain't niggas
Numbers is hardly real and never have feelings
But you push too hard, even got limits
Why did one straw break the camel's Here's the secret:
The million other straws it, it's all mathematics