Luyện nghe bài hát Little Math You

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

1]
Little You, fifteen, suburban
And it ain't if it ain't the cursin version
With the sticker on the to piss 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 for the hell of it
And yell it on the streets about development
Your telling me that this ain't for him
How many motherfuckers 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 peace when he just played the piece of the
Love is love if what you give
I couldn't give a fuck where you grew up or where you live
It goes...

Oh you a now huh
You large now, your too to talk
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 come 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
that, add up all the stories in your raps
And subtract each one that really from your past
Take the remainder and
With how many times in your life you thought you was gonna die
Divide sum with the outcome
Of how kids you had before you dropped an album
Low ceiling for the masses of rappers
Most of dope dealers that I know got ladders
Try to juggle factors, shit I can't imagine 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 film a

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