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 Hustle, two for Steady Rock
Three for the fourth coming live, future
It's dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 Million Stories to
Nine planets keep in orbit
With the probable tenth, the expands length
The of my text posses extra strength
powerless up, out of this, towering inferno
My ink so hot it through the journal
I'm than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-Hop all your tall social hurdles
Like the projects, prison-industry complex
Broken glass better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever freedom sing
Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to
But you cats get they CHA-POW, who dead now
Killing need blood to graze the cash cow
It's a game, but shit don't add up somehow
Like I got, sixteen to bars to rock it
But only 15% of profits, see my pockets like
Sixty-nine billion in the last twenty
Spent on national defense but folks still live in fear
Nearly half of America's cities is one-quarter black
That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the
Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty to a ki
A five sentence hearing and you no longer free
40% of Americans own a phone
So they can hear, everything 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
mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients
Young bloods can't spell but they rock you in PlayStation
This new is whipping 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 about here?"

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

Yo, it's one law but two sides to every story
Three 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 olds getting found with 9
It's 10 P.M., your seeds at? What's the deal
He on the hill krill to keep they belly filled
Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty in life
Young soldiers trying to earn they 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 triple for black
So liners got they gun in your back
Bubbling crack, jewel and robbery to combat poverty
And end up in the global jail
stipulations attached to each sentence
Budget cutbacks but increased 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 phone, your zip code, to S-S-I digits
The system break man and women into figures
Two columns for who is, and who ain't
Numbers is real and they never have feelings
But you too hard, even numbers got limits
Why did one straw break the back? Here's the secret:
The other straws underneath it, it's all mathematics