Luyện nghe bài hát Little Math You

Oh don't know nothin bout no hip hop
Look at 'em, at 'em man
Little fucks
the fuck you doin at your shows homie?
Don't listen to 'em Math You, do thing

1]
Little Math You, fifteen,
And it ain't if it ain't the cursin version
the sticker on the front to piss off his dad
Just tell bitch to get off the rag, huh
Little Math You from the burbs here it
like the only thing that puts the nerve in his spirit
Go ahead and some ruckus for the hell of it
And yell it on the streets about development
Your telling me this ain't for him right
How many y'all get an invite?
Give him access and let Math You ya
Wait a half a year and he'll be rapping in that
And when he does, check him on his
Was peace when he just played the of the royalties
is love if that's what you give
I couldn't give a fuck where you grew up or where you live
It goes...

Oh you a now huh
You now, your too large to talk
Don't I used to give you free refills motherfucker

2]
Forget snitchin motherfucker, stop
If you of rats get the fuck out the kitchen
They only when you cookin up a mess
And I'm supposed to be impressed by bulletproof vest?
come back, gun packin touch act
Thug chapter bout as a bug zapper
Fuck that, add up all the stories in raps
And subtract each one that really from your past
Take the remainder and
With how many times in life you thought that you was gonna die
Divide that sum the outcome
Of how kids you had before you dropped an album
Low ceiling for the masses of rappers
Most of dope that I know got broke ladders
Try to juggle factors, shit I can't imagine that math
I'm a high school brat
But I know what is that I gave it everything that I have
I'm a son and a dad
Trynna learn mathematics for the
I'm out, I got to hit the gym so we can a video

Sky {What up?}
I was if you got the time
If you can go and look up and see if you can find me a gym {Yep}
That'll let me smoke up in {No problem}