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 ain't the cursin
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 here it
like the only thing that puts the nerve in his spirit
Go ahead and some ruckus for the hell of it
And yell it on the streets monotonous development
Your telling me that this ain't for him
How y'all motherfuckers 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 when he just played the piece of the royalties
Love is love if that's what you
I couldn't give a fuck about where you up or where you live
It goes...

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

2]
Forget snitchin motherfucker, bitchin
If you afraid of rats get the fuck out the
They only come when you up a mess
And I'm supposed to be by your bulletproof vest?
come back, gun packin touch act
Thug bout entertaining as a bug zapper
Fuck that, add up all the stories in your
And subtract each one that isn't from your past
Take the and multiply
With how many times in your life you thought you was gonna die
Divide that sum with the
Of how many you had before you dropped an album
Low ceiling for the of dope 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 high school
But I what matters is that I gave it everything that I have
I'm a son and a dad
Trynna learn mathematics for the
I'm out, I got to hit the gym so we can a video

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