Luyện nghe bài hát Little Math You

Oh they 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 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 You from the burbs gotta here it
It's the only thing 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 for him right
How y'all motherfuckers get an invite?
Give him and let Math You here ya
Wait a half a year and he'll be rapping in mirror
And he does, check him on his royalty
Was peace when he just the piece of the royalties
Love is love if that's you give
I give a fuck about where you grew up or where you live
It goes...

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

2]
Forget motherfucker, stop bitchin
If you of rats get the fuck out the kitchen
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 chapter bout as a bug zapper
Fuck that, add up all the stories in raps
And each one that isn't really from your past
the remainder and multiply
With how many times in your you thought that you was gonna die
Divide that sum the outcome
Of how many you had before you dropped an album
Low for the masses of dope rappers
Most of dope that I know got broke 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 film a

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