Luyện nghe bài hát Little Math You

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

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Little You, fifteen, suburban
And it ain't shit if it ain't the cursin
With the sticker on the to piss off his dad
Just tell bitch to get off the rag, huh
Little Math You from the gotta here it
It's like the only that puts the nerve in his spirit
Go ahead and make some for the hell of it
And yell it on the about monotonous development
Your telling me that this for him right
How many motherfuckers get an invite?
Give him access and let Math You ya
Wait a half a year and be rapping in that mirror
And when he does, check him on his
Was peace when he played the piece of the royalties
Love is love if what you give
I give a fuck about where you grew up or where you live
It goes...

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

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Forget snitchin motherfucker, stop
If you afraid of rats get the out the kitchen
They come when you cookin up a mess
And I'm supposed to be by your bulletproof vest?
That come back, gun touch act
Thug bout entertaining as a bug zapper
Fuck that, add up all the stories in your
And subtract each one that isn't really from your
Take the and multiply
With how times in your life you thought that you was gonna die
Divide sum with the outcome
Of how kids you had before you dropped an album
Low for the masses of dope rappers
Most of dope dealers I know got broke ladders
Try to juggle both factors, shit I can't imagine math
I'm just a high school
But I know what matters is 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 film a

Aiyyo Sky {What
I was wonderin if you got the
If you can go online and look up and see if you can find me a gym
That'll let me smoke up in there {No