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 your homie?
Don't listen to 'em You, do your thing

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

Oh you a now huh
You now, your too large to talk
forget I used to give you free refills motherfucker

2]
Forget snitchin motherfucker, bitchin
If you afraid of rats get the out the kitchen
They only come you cookin up a mess
And I'm to be impressed by your bulletproof vest?
That back, gun packin 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
the remainder and multiply
With how many times in your life you that you was gonna die
that sum with the outcome
Of how kids you had before you dropped an album
Low ceiling for the masses of dope
of dope dealers that I know got broke ladders
Try to juggle both factors, I can't imagine that math
I'm just a high brat
But I know matters is that I gave it everything that I have
I'm a son and a dad
Trynna mathematics for the growth
I'm out, I got to hit the gym so we can film a

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