Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

Ha ha
You the deal
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 fourth coming live, future
It's dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of to hell, 8 Million Stories to tell
planets faithfully keep in orbit
With the probable tenth, the expands length
The body of my text extra strength
Power-lifting up, out of this, towering inferno
My ink so hot it burn through the
I'm than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
past all your tall social hurdles
Like the nationwide projects, complex
Broken glass better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever freedom sing
Say evacuate your sleep, it's to dream
But you cats get they CHA-POW, who dead now
Killing fields need blood to the cash cow
It's a game, but shit don't add up somehow
Like I got, to thirty-two bars to rock it
But only 15% of profits, ever see my like
Sixty-nine billion in the twenty years
Spent on national defense but folks still in fear like
Nearly of America's largest cities is one-quarter black
That's why they gave Ross all the crack
Sixteen to a pound, twenty more to a ki
A five minute sentence and you no longer free
40% of Americans own a cell
So they can hear, everything 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, dice
Young teens and prison greens life numbers
Crack mothers, crack babies and patients
Young bloods can't spell but they could you in PlayStation
new math is whipping motherfuckers ass
You wanna know how to you better learn 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, one universal law but two sides to every story
Three and you be in for life, manditory
Four MC's murdered in the last four
I ain't to be the fifth one, the millennium is here
Yo it's 6 Ways to Die, from the seven deadly thrills
Eight-year olds found with 9 mill's
It's 10 P.M., where seeds at? What's the deal
He on the hill puffin krill to keep they belly
Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty in life
Young soldiers trying to earn next stripe
When the minimum wage is $5.15
You believe you gotta find a new ground to get cream
The white rate, is nearly more than triple for black
So front liners got they gun in back
Bubbling crack, jewel theft and to combat poverty
And end up in the jail economy
stipulations attached to each sentence
Budget cutbacks but increased presence
And even if you get out of prison living
the other five million under state supervision
This is business, no faces lines and statistics
From your phone, your zip code, to digits
The system break man child and women into
Two columns for who is, and who ain't
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 straws underneath it, it's all mathematics