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
It's dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 Million to tell
Nine planets faithfully keep in
With the probable tenth, the expands length
The body of my text posses strength
powerless up, out of this, towering inferno
My ink so hot it through the journal
I'm blacker than on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-Hop past all your tall social
Like the nationwide projects, complex
Broken glass wall better your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever freedom sing
Say evacuate sleep, it's dangerous to dream
But you cats get they CHA-POW, who dead now
Killing fields blood to graze the cash cow
It's a number game, but shit don't add up
Like I got, to thirty-two bars to rock it
But only 15% of profits, ever see my like
Sixty-nine billion in the last twenty
Spent on national defense but still live in fear like
Nearly half of largest 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 hearing and you no longer free
40% of Americans own a phone
So they can hear, that you say when you ain't home
I guess, Jackson was right, "You Are Not Alone"
your hardhat black cause you in the Terrordome
Full of hard niggas, large niggas, tumblers
Young teens and prison facing life numbers
Crack mothers, babies and AIDS patients
Young bloods can't spell but could rock you in PlayStation
This new math is motherfuckers ass
You know 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 talking here?"

Yo, one universal law but two sides to every story
strikes and you be in for life, manditory
Four MC's in the last four years
I ain't trying to be the one, the millennium is here
Yo 6 Million Ways to Die, from the seven deadly thrills
Eight-year olds getting with 9 mill's
It's 10 P.M., where your 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 they next stripe
When the average minimum is $5.15
You best believe you gotta find a new ground to get
The white unemployment rate, is nearly more triple for black
So front liners got they gun in back
Bubbling crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat
And end up in the jail economy
Stiffer stipulations to each sentence
Budget but increased police presence
And even if you get out of prison still
Join the other million under state supervision
This is business, no just lines and statistics
From 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 real and they never have feelings
But you push too hard, even numbers got
Why did one straw break the camel's Here's the secret:
The million other underneath it, it's all mathematics