Luyện nghe bài hát Little Math You

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

1]
Little You, fifteen, suburban
And it ain't shit if it ain't the version
With the on the front to piss off his dad
Just tell that to get off the rag, huh
Little Math You from the burbs gotta it
It's like the only thing that puts the nerve in his
Go ahead and make some ruckus for the of it
And yell it on the streets about development
telling me that this ain't for him right
How many motherfuckers get an invite?
Give him access and let Math You ya
Wait a a year and he'll be rapping in that mirror
And when he does, him on his royalty
Was when he just played 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 you live
It goes...

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

2]
Forget snitchin motherfucker, stop
If you afraid of rats get the fuck out the
They only when you cookin up a mess
And I'm supposed to be impressed by your vest?
come back, gun packin touch act
Thug chapter bout as a bug zapper
Fuck that, add up all the in your raps
And subtract each one that isn't really your past
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 you dropped an album
Low for the masses of dope rappers
Most of dope dealers that I know got broke
Try to juggle both factors, shit I can't imagine math
I'm just a high brat
But I know what matters is that I gave it 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 a video

Sky {What up?}
I was if you got the time
If you can go online and up and see if you can find me a gym {Yep}
That'll let me smoke up in there {No