Luyện nghe bài hát Little Math You

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

1]
Little Math You, fifteen,
And it ain't shit if it the cursin version
With the on the front to piss off his dad
tell that bitch 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 some ruckus for the hell of it
And yell it on the streets about monotonous
Your telling me that this ain't for him
How y'all motherfuckers get an invite?
him access and let Math You here ya
Wait a a year and he'll be rapping in that mirror
And when he does, check him on his
Was peace when he played the piece of the royalties
is love if that's what you give
I couldn't give a fuck about you grew up or where you live
It goes...

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

2]
Forget snitchin motherfucker, stop
If you of rats get the fuck out the kitchen
They only when you cookin up a mess
And I'm supposed to be impressed by your bulletproof
That come back, gun packin act
Thug chapter bout entertaining as a bug
that, add up all the stories in your raps
And subtract each one isn't really from your past
Take the remainder and
With how many times in your you thought that you was gonna die
Divide sum with the outcome
Of how kids you had before you dropped an album
Low for the masses of dope rappers
Most of dope that I know got broke ladders
Try to juggle both factors, I can't imagine that math
I'm just a high 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 wonderin if you got the
If you can go and look up and see if you can find me a gym {Yep}
That'll let me up in there {No problem}