Luyện nghe bài hát Little Math You

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

1]
Little Math You, fifteen,
And it shit if it ain't the cursin version
With the sticker on the front to off his dad
Just tell that to get off the rag, huh
Math You from the burbs gotta here it
It's like the only thing that puts the in his spirit
Go and make some ruckus for the hell of it
And yell it on the about monotonous development
Your telling me this ain't for him right
How many y'all get an invite?
Give him and let Math You here ya
Wait a a year and he'll be rapping in that mirror
And he does, check him on his royalty
Was when he just played the piece of the royalties
Love is love if that's you give
I couldn't 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 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 your bulletproof
That back, gun packin touch act
Thug chapter entertaining as a bug zapper
Fuck that, add up all the stories in your
And subtract one that isn't really from your past
Take the and multiply
With how many times in your life you thought that you was die
Divide sum with the outcome
Of how many kids you had you dropped an album
Low ceiling for the masses of rappers
Most of dope dealers I know got broke ladders
Try to juggle both factors, shit I can't imagine math
I'm a high school brat
But I what matters is that I gave it everything that I have
I'm a son and a dad
Trynna learn for the growth
I'm out, I got to hit the gym so we can film a

Aiyyo Sky {What
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 there {No