Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

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

Yo, check it one for Hustle, two for Steady Rock
Three for the coming live, future shock
It's five dimensions, six
Seven of heaven to hell, 8 Million Stories to tell
Nine faithfully keep in orbit
With the probable tenth, the universe length
The body of my text posses extra
Power-lifting powerless up, out of this, inferno
My ink so hot it burn the journal
I'm blacker midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-Hop 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 sleep, it's dangerous to dream
But you chain get they CHA-POW, who dead now
Killing fields need blood to the cash cow
It's a number game, but shit add up somehow
Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to it
But 15% of profits, ever see my pockets like
Sixty-nine billion in the last years
Spent on national but folks still live in fear like
Nearly half of America's largest is one-quarter black
That's why they Ricky Ross all the crack
Sixteen to a pound, twenty more to a ki
A five minute sentence hearing and you no 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, niggas, dice tumblers
Young teens and prison facing life numbers
Crack mothers, babies and AIDS patients
Young bloods can't spell but they could you in PlayStation
This new math is whipping ass
You wanna 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 math" [Repeat: 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 murdered in the four years
I ain't to be the fifth one, the millennium is here
Yo it's 6 Million Ways to Die, the seven deadly thrills
Eight-year olds found with 9 mill's
It's 10 P.M., your seeds at? What's the deal
He on the puffin krill to keep they belly filled
Light in the ass with heavy steel, on the pretty shit in life
Young soldiers to earn they next stripe
the average minimum wage is $5.15
You best you gotta find a new ground to get cream
The white unemployment rate, is nearly more than triple for
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 police presence
And if you get out of prison still living
the other five million under state supervision
This is business, no faces just lines and
From your phone, zip code, to S-S-I digits
The system break man child and women into
Two columns for who is, and who ain't
Numbers is hardly real and they have feelings
But you push too hard, even got limits
Why did one break the camel's back? Here's the secret:
The million other straws underneath it, it's all