Luyện nghe bài hát Little Math You

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

1]
Little Math You, fifteen,
And it shit if it ain't the cursin version
With the sticker on the to piss off his dad
Just that bitch 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 ruckus for the of it
And yell it on the about monotonous development
telling me that this ain't for him right
How many y'all motherfuckers get an
him access and let Math You here ya
Wait a 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 piece of the
Love is love if that's what you
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 large to
forget I used to give you free refills motherfucker

2]
Forget snitchin motherfucker, bitchin
If you afraid of get the fuck out the kitchen
They only come when you cookin up a
And I'm supposed to be by your bulletproof vest?
That come back, gun packin act
Thug chapter bout entertaining as a bug
Fuck that, add up all the stories in raps
And subtract each one that really from your past
Take the and multiply
With how many times in life you thought that you was gonna die
that sum with the outcome
Of how many kids you had you dropped an album
Low ceiling for the masses of rappers
of dope dealers that I know got broke ladders
Try to both factors, shit I can't imagine that math
I'm just a school brat
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

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I was wonderin if you got the
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}