Luyện nghe bài hát Little Math You

Oh they don't know bout no hip hop
at 'em, look at 'em man
Little fucks
What the fuck you doin at your shows
listen to 'em Math You, do your thing

1]
Little Math You, fifteen,
And it ain't shit if it the cursin version
With the on the front 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 thing that puts the nerve in his
Go ahead and make some ruckus for the of it
And yell it on the streets about monotonous
Your telling me that this for him right
How y'all motherfuckers get an invite?
Give him and let Math You here ya
Wait a half a year and be rapping in that mirror
And when he does, him on his royalty
Was peace when he just played the piece of the
Love is love if 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 used to you free refills motherfucker

2]
Forget snitchin motherfucker, bitchin
If you afraid of rats get the fuck out the
They only when you cookin up a mess
And I'm to be impressed by your bulletproof vest?
That come back, gun 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 remainder and
With how many times in your you thought that you was gonna die
Divide that sum with the
Of how many kids you had before you an album
Low ceiling for the of dope rappers
Most of dealers that I know got broke ladders
Try to juggle both factors, shit I can't imagine that
I'm just a high school
But I what matters is that I gave it everything 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

Aiyyo Sky up?}
I was if you got the time
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}