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?
listen to 'em Math You, do your thing

1]
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
Little Math You from the gotta here it
It's like the only that puts the nerve in his spirit
Go ahead and make some for the hell of it
And yell it on the streets about development
telling me that this ain't for him right
How many y'all get an invite?
Give him access and let You here ya
Wait a a year and he'll be rapping in that mirror
And he does, check him on his royalty
Was peace when he just played the piece of the
is love if that's what you give
I couldn't a fuck about where you grew up or where you live
It goes...

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

2]
Forget motherfucker, stop bitchin
If you afraid of rats get the out the kitchen
They only come you cookin up a mess
And I'm supposed to be impressed by your vest?
That come back, gun touch act
Thug chapter bout entertaining as a bug
that, add up all the stories in your raps
And subtract each one that really from your past
Take the remainder and
With how many times in your life you thought that you was die
Divide sum with the outcome
Of how many kids you had before you an album
Low ceiling for the masses of rappers
Most of dope dealers that I know got 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 gave it everything that I
I'm a son and a dad
Trynna mathematics 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 up in there {No problem}