Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

Ha ha
You know the
It's me yo
Beats by for all of my peoples, Negros and Latinos
And the gringos

Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Rock
Three for the fourth coming live, future
five dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 Million Stories to
Nine faithfully keep in orbit
With the probable tenth, the expands length
The body of my text extra strength
Power-lifting powerless up, out of this, towering
My ink so hot it through the journal
I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and
past all your tall social hurdles
Like the nationwide projects, prison-industry
glass wall better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to hear freedom sing
Say evacuate your sleep, it's to dream
But you cats get they CHA-POW, who dead now
Killing 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 to rock it
But 15% of profits, ever see my pockets like
billion in the last twenty years
Spent on national defense but still live in fear like
half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black
That's why they gave Ricky all the crack
Sixteen ounces to a pound, more to a ki
A five minute sentence and you no longer free
40% of Americans own a cell
So they can hear, everything 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 niggas, large niggas, dice tumblers
Young teens and prison greens facing numbers
Crack mothers, crack and AIDS patients
Young bloods spell but they could rock you in PlayStation
This new is whipping motherfuckers ass
You know how to rhyme you better learn how to add
It's

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"The Mos Def"
"It's mathematics"
"Check it out!"
"I around 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 law but two sides to every story
Three and you be in for life, manditory
Four MC's murdered in the last four
I ain't trying to be the fifth one, the is here
Yo it's 6 Ways to Die, from the seven deadly thrills
Eight-year getting found with 9 mill's
It's 10 P.M., where 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
soldiers trying to earn they next stripe
When the average minimum is $5.15
You best believe you gotta find a new to get cream
The white unemployment rate, is nearly than triple for black
So liners got they gun in your back
Bubbling crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat
And end up in the jail economy
Stiffer stipulations attached to each
Budget cutbacks but increased police
And if you get out of prison still living
Join the other five million under state
This is business, no faces lines and statistics
your phone, your zip code, to S-S-I digits
The break 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, numbers got limits
Why did one break the camel's back? Here's the secret:
The million other straws underneath it, all mathematics