Luyện nghe bài hát Mathematics

Ha ha
You the deal
It's me yo
by Su-Primo 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 live, future shock
five dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 Million to tell
Nine planets keep in orbit
With the probable tenth, the universe expands
The body of my text extra strength
powerless up, out of this, towering inferno
My ink so hot it burn through the
I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and
Hip-Hop past all your tall hurdles
Like the nationwide projects, prison-industry
glass wall better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever freedom sing
Say evacuate your sleep, dangerous to dream
But you chain get they CHA-POW, who dead now
Killing fields need blood to the cash cow
It's a game, but shit don't add up somehow
I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it
But only 15% of profits, ever see my like
billion in the last twenty years
Spent on national defense but still live in fear like
Nearly half of America's largest cities is black
That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the
Sixteen ounces to a pound, more to a ki
A five minute sentence hearing and you no longer
40% of own a cell phone
So they can hear, everything that you say 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 greens facing life numbers
Crack mothers, crack and AIDS patients
Young can't spell but they could rock you in PlayStation
This new math is whipping ass
You wanna 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 about 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 every
Three and you be in for life, manditory
Four MC's murdered in the four years
I ain't to be the fifth one, the millennium is here
Yo 6 Million Ways to Die, from the seven deadly thrills
olds getting found with 9 mill's
It's 10 P.M., your seeds at? What's the deal
He on the hill puffin to keep they belly filled
in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty shit in life
Young soldiers to earn they next stripe
When the average minimum is $5.15
You best believe you gotta a new ground to get cream
The white unemployment rate, is nearly more triple for black
So front got they gun in your back
Bubbling crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat
And end up in the jail economy
Stiffer attached to each sentence
cutbacks but increased police presence
And even if you get out of still living
Join the other five million under supervision
This is business, no faces 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 ain't
Numbers is hardly real and they have feelings
But you too hard, even numbers got limits
Why did one straw the camel's back? Here's the secret:
The million other straws it, it's all mathematics