Luyện nghe bài hát Little Math You

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

1]
Little You, fifteen, suburban
And it shit if it ain't the cursin version
With the sticker on the to piss off his dad
Just that bitch to get off the rag, huh
Little Math You from the burbs here it
It's like the only that puts the nerve in his spirit
Go and make some ruckus for the hell of it
And yell it on the streets about monotonous
Your telling me that this ain't for him
How many motherfuckers get an invite?
Give him access and let Math You ya
Wait a half a and he'll be rapping in that mirror
And when he does, check him on his
Was peace when he played the piece of the royalties
Love is love if that's 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, your too to talk
Don't forget I used to give you free motherfucker

2]
Forget motherfucker, stop bitchin
If you of rats get the fuck out the kitchen
They come when you cookin up a mess
And I'm supposed to be impressed by your bulletproof
That back, gun packin touch act
chapter bout entertaining as a bug zapper
Fuck that, add up all the stories in your
And subtract each one that really from your past
the remainder and multiply
With how many times in your life you that you was gonna die
that sum with the outcome
Of how many kids you had before you dropped an
Low ceiling for the masses of rappers
Most of dope dealers I know got broke ladders
Try to juggle both factors, I can't imagine that math
I'm just a school brat
But I know 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

Aiyyo Sky {What
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 up in there {No problem}