Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

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Beats by Su-Primo for all of my peoples, and Latinos
And even the

Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Rock
Three for the fourth coming live, shock
It's dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 Million Stories to
Nine planets faithfully keep in
the probable tenth, the universe expands length
The body of my text posses extra
powerless up, out of this, towering inferno
My ink so hot it burn the journal
I'm blacker than on Broadway and Myrtle
past all your tall social hurdles
Like the projects, prison-industry complex
Broken glass better keep your alarm set
Streets too to ever hear freedom sing
Say evacuate your sleep, dangerous to dream
But you chain cats get CHA-POW, who dead now
Killing fields need to graze the cash cow
It's a number game, but shit add up somehow
Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two to rock it
But only 15% of profits, ever see my like
Sixty-nine billion in the last twenty
on national defense but folks still live in fear like
Nearly half of America's largest cities is black
That's why they Ricky Ross all the crack
ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki
A five minute sentence and you no longer free
40% of Americans own a phone
So they can hear, everything that you say when you ain't
I guess, Michael was right, "You Are Not Alone"
Rock your hardhat cause you in the Terrordome
Full of hard niggas, large niggas, dice
Young teens and prison facing life numbers
mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients
Young bloods can't spell but could rock you in PlayStation
This new is whipping motherfuckers ass
You wanna know how to rhyme you 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 talking here?"

Yo, it's one universal law but two sides to every
Three and you be in for life, manditory
Four MC's murdered in the 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
Eight-year olds getting with 9 mill's
It's 10 P.M., where seeds at? What's the deal
He on the hill puffin krill to keep belly filled
in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty shit in life
Young soldiers trying to earn they stripe
When the minimum wage is $5.15
You best believe you gotta a new ground to get cream
The unemployment rate, is nearly more than triple for black
So liners got they gun in your back
crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat poverty
And end up in the global jail
Stiffer stipulations attached to each
Budget but increased police presence
And even if you get out of still living
Join the other million under state supervision
This is business, no faces lines and statistics
From your phone, your zip code, to digits
The break man child and women into figures
Two for who is, and who ain't niggas
Numbers is hardly real and they never feelings
But you push too hard, even numbers got
Why did one straw break the camel's back? the secret:
The million other underneath it, it's all mathematics