Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

Ha ha
You the deal
just me yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my peoples, and Latinos
And the gringos

Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady
Three for the fourth coming live, shock
It's five dimensions, six
firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 Million Stories to tell
Nine planets faithfully keep in
With the tenth, the universe expands length
The body of my text extra strength
Power-lifting up, out of this, towering inferno
My ink so hot it burn the journal
I'm than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-Hop past all your tall hurdles
Like the nationwide projects, complex
Broken glass better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever hear freedom
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 bars to rock it
But 15% of profits, ever see my pockets like
Sixty-nine billion in the twenty years
Spent on national defense but folks still live in like
half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black
That's why they gave Ross all the crack
ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki
A five minute sentence hearing and you no longer
40% of own a cell phone
So they can hear, that you say when you ain't home
I guess, Michael was right, "You Are Not Alone"
Rock your hardhat black cause you in the
Full of niggas, large niggas, dice tumblers
Young teens and prison greens facing numbers
Crack mothers, crack babies and patients
Young bloods can't spell but they rock you in PlayStation
This new 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 revolve science"
"What are we talking here?"

"Do math" [Repeat: x2]
"One.. t-t-two.. three, four"
"What are we talking here?"

Yo, it's one universal law but two sides to story
strikes and you be in for life, manditory
Four MC's in the last four years
I ain't trying to be the fifth one, the is here
Yo it's 6 Million Ways to Die, from the seven thrills
Eight-year olds getting found with 9
It's 10 P.M., your seeds at? What's the deal
He on the hill puffin krill to keep they filled
Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the shit in life
Young soldiers to earn they next stripe
When the average wage is $5.15
You best believe you gotta a new ground to get cream
The white unemployment rate, is nearly more than triple for
So front liners got they gun in back
Bubbling crack, jewel and robbery to combat poverty
And end up in the jail economy
Stiffer stipulations attached to sentence
Budget cutbacks but increased presence
And if you get out of prison still living
the other five million under state supervision
This is business, no just lines and statistics
From your phone, zip code, to S-S-I digits
The system man child and women into figures
Two columns for who is, and who niggas
Numbers is hardly real and they have feelings
But you push too hard, even numbers got
Why did one straw break the back? Here's the secret:
The million other straws it, it's all mathematics