Luyện nghe bài hát Little Math You

Oh they don't know bout no hip hop
Look at 'em, at 'em man
suburban fucks
What the fuck you 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 ain't the cursin
With the on the front 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 that puts the nerve in his spirit
Go ahead and some ruckus for the hell of it
And yell it on the streets about development
Your me that this ain't for him right
How many motherfuckers get an invite?
Give him and let Math 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 played the piece of the royalties
is love if that's what you give
I couldn't give a about where 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 give you free motherfucker

2]
Forget motherfucker, stop bitchin
If you afraid of rats get the fuck out the
They only when you cookin up a mess
And I'm supposed to be impressed by your vest?
That come back, gun touch act
Thug chapter bout as a bug zapper
that, add up all the stories in your raps
And subtract one that isn't really from your past
the remainder and multiply
With how many times in your life you thought you was gonna die
Divide that sum with the
Of how many kids you had you dropped an album
Low ceiling for the of dope rappers
Most of dope dealers that I know got ladders
Try to juggle both factors, shit I can't imagine 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 mathematics for the
I'm out, I got to hit the gym so we can film a

Sky {What up?}
I was wonderin if you got the
If you can go online and up and see if you can find me a gym {Yep}
That'll let me up in there {No problem}