Luyện nghe bài hát Little Math You

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

1]
Little You, fifteen, suburban
And it shit 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
Little Math You from the burbs gotta it
It's like the only thing that 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 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 he'll be rapping in mirror
And when he does, check him on his
Was peace he just played the piece of the royalties
is love if that's 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 now, your too large to talk
Don't I used to give you free refills motherfucker

2]
Forget snitchin motherfucker, stop
If you afraid of get the fuck out the kitchen
They come when you cookin up a mess
And I'm supposed to be 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 from your past
the remainder and multiply
With how many in your life you thought that you was gonna die
that sum with the outcome
Of how kids you had before you dropped an album
Low ceiling for the of dope rappers
Most of dope that I know got broke ladders
Try to juggle factors, shit I can't imagine that math
I'm just a high brat
But I know what matters is that I 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

Sky {What up?}
I was wonderin if you got the
If you can go online and look up and see if you can find me a gym
let me smoke up in there {No problem}