Luyện nghe bài hát Little Math You

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

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Little Math You, fifteen,
And it shit if it ain't the cursin version
the sticker on the front to piss off his dad
Just tell bitch 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 for the hell of it
And yell it on the about monotonous development
Your telling me that this ain't for him
How many y'all get an invite?
Give him 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
Love is love if that's you give
I couldn't give a fuck about 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 give you free refills

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Forget motherfucker, stop bitchin
If you afraid of get the fuck out the kitchen
They only when you cookin up a mess
And I'm supposed to be impressed by your bulletproof
come back, gun packin touch act
Thug chapter bout as a bug zapper
Fuck that, add up all the stories in raps
And subtract one that isn't really from your past
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 masses of rappers
of dope dealers that I know got broke ladders
Try to juggle both factors, shit I can't imagine math
I'm a high school brat
But I what 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

Aiyyo Sky {What
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}