Luyện nghe bài hát Little Math You

Oh they don't know bout no hip hop
Look at 'em, at 'em man
Little suburban
the fuck 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 cursin
the sticker on the front to piss off his dad
Just that bitch to get off the rag, huh
Little You from the burbs gotta here it
like the only thing that puts the nerve in his spirit
Go ahead and make ruckus for the hell of it
And yell it on the streets monotonous development
Your telling me that this ain't for him
How many motherfuckers get an invite?
Give him access and let You here ya
a half a year and he'll be rapping in that mirror
And when he does, him on his royalty
Was peace when he just played the of the royalties
Love is love if that's what you
I couldn't give a fuck about where you up or where you live
It goes...

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

2]
Forget snitchin motherfucker, stop
If you afraid of rats get the fuck out the
They only come when you up a mess
And I'm supposed to be by your bulletproof vest?
come back, gun packin touch act
Thug chapter bout as a bug zapper
Fuck that, add up all the stories in your
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
that sum with the outcome
Of how many kids you had before you an album
Low for the masses of dope rappers
Most of dope dealers that I got broke ladders
Try to juggle both factors, I can't imagine that math
I'm just a high brat
But I know matters is that I gave 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

Sky {What 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}