Luyện nghe bài hát Little Math You

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

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

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

2]
Forget snitchin motherfucker, stop
If you afraid of rats get the out the kitchen
They only when you cookin up a mess
And I'm supposed to be impressed by bulletproof vest?
That come back, gun touch act
chapter bout entertaining as a bug zapper
Fuck that, add up all the in your raps
And subtract one that isn't really from your past
Take the and multiply
With how many in your 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 dope
Most of dope dealers I know got broke ladders
Try to juggle both factors, shit I imagine that math
I'm a high school brat
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 a video

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