Luyện nghe bài hát Little Math You

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

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

Oh you a now huh
You large now, your too large to
forget 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 vest?
That back, gun packin touch act
Thug bout entertaining as a bug zapper
that, add up all the stories in your raps
And subtract each one that isn't really from your
Take the and multiply
With how many in your life you thought that you was gonna die
Divide that sum with the
Of how many kids you had before you dropped an
Low ceiling for the of dope rappers
Most of dope dealers that I know got ladders
Try to juggle both factors, shit I can't that math
I'm just a high brat
But I know what matters is that I gave it everything that I
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

Aiyyo Sky up?}
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