Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

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

Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady
Three for the fourth coming live, shock
five dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 Million to tell
planets faithfully keep in orbit
With the probable tenth, the universe expands
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
Hip-Hop past all your social hurdles
Like the nationwide projects, prison-industry
Broken glass wall better keep your set
Streets too loud to ever hear sing
Say evacuate your sleep, it's to dream
But you chain get they CHA-POW, who dead now
fields need blood to graze the cash cow
It's a number game, but shit don't add up
Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to it
But only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets
Sixty-nine in the last twenty years
Spent on national defense but still live in fear like
Nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter
That's why they Ricky Ross all the crack
ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki
A five minute sentence hearing and you no longer
40% of Americans own a phone
So can hear, everything that you say when you ain't home
I guess, Michael was right, "You Are Not Alone"
your hardhat black cause you in the Terrordome
Full of hard niggas, niggas, dice tumblers
Young teens and prison greens life numbers
Crack mothers, crack babies and patients
Young bloods can't spell but could rock you in PlayStation
This new math is whipping 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 around science"
"What are we talking 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 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 it's 6 Million Ways to Die, from the seven deadly
olds getting found with 9 mill's
It's 10 P.M., your seeds at? What's the deal
He on the hill puffin krill to keep they belly
Light in the ass with steel, sights on the pretty shit in life
Young soldiers to earn they next stripe
the average minimum wage is $5.15
You best believe you gotta a new ground to get cream
The white unemployment rate, is nearly more triple for black
So liners 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 presence
And even if you get out of prison living
the other five million under state 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 into
Two for who is, and who ain't niggas
is hardly real and they never have feelings
But you push too hard, even numbers got
Why did one straw break the camel's back? the secret:
The million other straws it, it's all mathematics