Luyện nghe bài hát Little Math You

Oh don't know nothin bout no hip hop
at 'em, look at 'em man
Little fucks
What the fuck you at your 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 that puts the nerve in his spirit
Go ahead and make some ruckus for the of it
And yell it on the streets about monotonous
Your me that this ain't for him right
How many motherfuckers get an invite?
Give him access and let Math You ya
Wait a half a and he'll be rapping in that mirror
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 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 to give you free refills motherfucker

2]
Forget snitchin motherfucker, bitchin
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 your bulletproof
That back, gun packin touch act
chapter bout entertaining as a bug zapper
Fuck that, add up all the stories in your
And each one that isn't really from your past
Take the and multiply
With how many times in your life you that you was gonna die
that sum with the outcome
Of how many you had before you dropped an album
Low ceiling for the masses of dope
Most of dope dealers that I got broke ladders
Try to juggle both factors, shit I can't that math
I'm just a high school
But I know what matters is that I 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 a video

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I was wonderin if you got the
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}