Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

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You the deal
just me yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my peoples, Negros and
And even the

Yo, it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock
Three for the fourth live, future shock
five dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 Million Stories to
Nine planets faithfully in orbit
With the probable tenth, the expands length
The body of my text posses strength
Power-lifting powerless up, out of this, inferno
My ink so hot it burn through the
I'm than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-Hop past all tall social hurdles
Like the projects, prison-industry complex
Broken glass wall keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever hear freedom
Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to
But you chain cats get they CHA-POW, who now
Killing fields blood to graze the cash cow
It's a number game, but shit add up somehow
I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it
But only 15% of profits, see my pockets like
billion in the last twenty years
Spent on defense but folks still live in fear like
half 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 hearing and you no free
40% of Americans own a phone
So they can hear, everything that you say when you home
I guess, Jackson was right, "You Are Not Alone"
Rock your hardhat black cause you in the
Full of hard niggas, large niggas, tumblers
Young and prison greens facing life numbers
Crack mothers, crack and AIDS patients
Young bloods can't but they could rock you in PlayStation
This new math is motherfuckers 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 revolve science"
"What are we talking 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 every
strikes and you be in for life, manditory
Four murdered in the last four years
I trying to be the fifth one, the millennium is here
Yo it's 6 Million Ways to Die, from the seven deadly
Eight-year 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 they belly filled
Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty in life
Young trying to earn they next stripe
When the minimum wage is $5.15
You best believe you gotta find a new ground to get
The white unemployment rate, is nearly more than for black
So liners got they gun in your back
Bubbling crack, theft and robbery to combat poverty
And end up in the global jail
Stiffer attached to each sentence
Budget cutbacks but police presence
And even if you get out of still living
Join the other five million state supervision
This is business, no just 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 niggas
is hardly real and they never 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, all mathematics