Luyện nghe bài hát Little Math You

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

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

Oh you a now huh
You large now, too large to talk
forget I used to give you free refills motherfucker

2]
Forget snitchin motherfucker, stop
If you afraid of get the fuck out the kitchen
They only come when you up a mess
And I'm supposed to be impressed by your bulletproof
come back, gun packin touch act
Thug bout entertaining as a bug zapper
Fuck that, add up all the stories in raps
And each one that isn't really from your past
Take the remainder and
how many times in your life 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 dealers that I know got broke ladders
Try to juggle factors, shit I can't imagine that math
I'm just a high brat
But I know what matters is that I gave it everything that I
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 up?}
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 smoke up in {No problem}