Luyện nghe bài hát Little Math You

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

1]
Little You, fifteen, suburban
And it shit if it ain't the cursin version
With the on the front to piss off his dad
Just tell that to get off the rag, huh
Little Math You from the burbs gotta it
It's like the only thing puts the nerve in his spirit
Go ahead and make some for the hell of it
And yell it on the streets about monotonous
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 a year and he'll be rapping in that mirror
And when he does, him on his royalty
Was peace when he just the piece of the royalties
is love if that's what you give
I give a fuck about where you grew up or where you live
It goes...

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

2]
Forget snitchin motherfucker, stop
If you afraid of rats get the fuck out the
They come when you cookin up a mess
And I'm supposed to be impressed by bulletproof vest?
come back, gun packin touch act
Thug chapter entertaining as a bug zapper
that, add up all the stories in your raps
And subtract each one that isn't really from your
Take the and multiply
With how many times in your life you that you was gonna die
Divide that sum with the
Of how many kids you had before you an album
Low for the masses of dope rappers
Most of dealers that I know got broke ladders
Try to both factors, shit I can't imagine that math
I'm just a high school
But I know 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 up?}
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 up in there {No problem}