Luyện nghe bài hát Little Math You

Oh they know nothin bout no hip hop
at 'em, look at 'em man
Little fucks
the fuck you doin at your shows homie?
Don't listen to 'em Math You, do your

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Little You, fifteen, suburban
And it ain't if it ain't the cursin 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 in his spirit
Go ahead and make some for the hell of it
And yell it on the streets about monotonous
Your telling me that this for him right
How many y'all motherfuckers get an
Give him access and let You here ya
Wait a half a year and he'll be in that mirror
And when he does, check him on his
Was when he just played the piece of the royalties
Love is love if that's you give
I couldn't give a about where you grew up or where you live
It goes...

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

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Forget motherfucker, stop bitchin
If you afraid of rats get the fuck out the
They come when you cookin up a mess
And I'm supposed to be impressed by bulletproof vest?
That come back, gun touch act
chapter bout entertaining as a bug zapper
Fuck that, add up all the stories in your
And subtract each one that really from your past
Take the remainder and
With how many times in your life you thought that you was 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 factors, shit I can't imagine that math
I'm just a school brat
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 {What
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