Luyện nghe bài hát Little Math You

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

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Little You, fifteen, suburban
And it shit if it ain't the cursin version
the sticker on the front to piss off his dad
Just tell that to get off the rag, huh
Little Math You the burbs gotta here it
It's like the only thing that puts the in his spirit
Go ahead and some ruckus for the hell of it
And yell it on the streets about development
Your telling me this ain't for him right
How many y'all motherfuckers get an
Give him and let Math You here ya
Wait a half a year and he'll be in that mirror
And he does, check him on his royalty
Was peace when he just played the of the royalties
Love is 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, too large to talk
Don't forget I used to give you free refills

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Forget snitchin motherfucker, stop
If you afraid of get the fuck out the kitchen
only come when you cookin up a mess
And I'm supposed to be impressed by your bulletproof
That come back, gun packin act
Thug bout entertaining as a bug zapper
Fuck that, add up all the stories in raps
And subtract one that isn't really from your past
the remainder and multiply
With how many times in your life you thought that you was die
Divide that sum the outcome
Of how many kids you had before you an album
Low ceiling for the masses of rappers
Most of dealers that I know got broke ladders
Try to juggle both factors, shit I imagine that math
I'm a high school brat
But I know what matters is that I it everything that I have
I'm a son and a dad
Trynna learn for the growth
I'm out, I got to hit the gym so we can film a

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 there {No