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 even the

Yo, check it one for Hustle, two for Steady Rock
Three for the fourth live, future shock
five dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of to hell, 8 Million Stories to tell
Nine planets faithfully keep in
the probable tenth, the universe expands length
The body of my text posses strength
powerless up, out of this, towering inferno
My ink so hot it burn the journal
I'm blacker than on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-Hop past all your social hurdles
the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex
Broken wall better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever freedom sing
Say your sleep, it's dangerous to dream
But you chain cats get CHA-POW, who dead now
Killing fields need blood to 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, ever see my pockets
Sixty-nine billion in the twenty years
Spent on national but folks still live in fear like
Nearly half of largest cities is one-quarter black
That's why they gave Ricky all the crack
Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty to a ki
A five minute sentence hearing and you no longer
40% of Americans own a phone
So they can hear, everything that you say when you ain't
I guess, Michael was right, "You Are Not Alone"
Rock hardhat black cause you in the Terrordome
Full of hard niggas, niggas, dice tumblers
Young teens and prison greens facing numbers
Crack mothers, crack babies and patients
Young can't spell but they could rock you in PlayStation
This new is whipping motherfuckers 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 revolve science"
"What are we talking here?"

"Do your math" 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 MC's murdered in the last years
I ain't trying to be the one, the millennium is here
Yo it's 6 Million Ways to Die, the seven deadly thrills
Eight-year olds getting found with 9
It's 10 P.M., where your seeds at? the deal
He on the hill puffin to keep they belly filled
Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the shit in life
Young soldiers trying to earn they next
the average minimum wage is $5.15
You best believe you find a new ground to get cream
The unemployment rate, is nearly more than triple for black
So liners got they gun in your back
Bubbling crack, jewel theft and to combat poverty
And end up in the global economy
Stiffer stipulations to each sentence
Budget cutbacks but increased presence
And even if you get out of prison still
Join the other five million under supervision
This is business, no faces just and statistics
From your phone, zip code, to S-S-I digits
The system break man child and women into
Two columns for who is, and who niggas
Numbers is hardly real and never have feelings
But you push too hard, numbers got limits
Why did one straw break the back? Here's the secret:
The other straws underneath it, it's all mathematics