In “The La Qua Du,” Kim, a fifteen-year-old chick straight from Ha Noi, attempts to rhyme, “Doi voi toi, hip-hop la mot phan tren co the / Khong the mat no, chac toi se thanh nguoi tan phe.” After listening to her debut album, Kim Vol. 1, I raise the question, “What hip-hop is she talking about?” She can’t ride the beat. She has no flow. Her lyric is elementary. Shortie needs to get her ass back to school and stop fronting like she got game.