Luyện nghe bài hát Big For Your Boots

You're getting way too big for your
You're too big for the boot
I've got the big size on my feet
Your face ain't big for my
up the yout
Man know that I up the yout
Dem boy dere twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth,
getting way too big for your boots
You're too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my
Your ain't big for my boot
up the yout
Man that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the
How dare you twist up the

Wanna come here like a badboy? Do it
Bun all the talking, go on then, do it
Running through the party, bottle of
Bro's in my ear "Stormz, don't do it"
on my shoulder, I don't lack
Hit 'em with a crowbar, I scrap
Even I'm sober, I'm so gassed
Say you ride but there's no car and no (what you talking 'bout?)
Clown, down
had a MAC-10 or a trey pound
You were never bad then, you bad now
Never had the MAC then, little nigga, down
Wait, I saw kicks, saw bare clothes
Said fuck that, I can't those
I like them, they're not my ting
went silent, they're all weirdos
Like yeah, Stormz gone
had a Tom Ford or a Moncler
Mandem are calm, but you see my don
Fuckeries, tell 'em don't do it, don't
Don't care who you know from my
You're not Al Capone, you'll get
They can take my car and my
still do the road in my socks
Like who's stop me? You? Him?
Weed in a cigarette, slims
be an idiot, move smart
I've been it, new king
ain't ready for my new stuff
You're a by yourself, go and group up
And when went States for the BETs
I was Krept like a bootcut
Ith mad, that's a family ting, family ting
Dem man are broke, no salary
Had a ting called Amy
Telling me to come hers on a Valerie ting
Hashtag Academy ting
Coming like art in a gallery
Dem boy wanna chat about bars
Wanna about crud but, but, but

You're way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the
I've got the big size on my feet
Your ain't big for my boot
up the yout
Man know that I up the yout
Dem boy tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth,

I'm too hot
Drug money in my
I'm the man of the house and my shows out
the brudda from the Boondocks
Beats 1 in my
steal meat from the stew pot
Mandem go sick when my drops
Little man, a Hublot, not a Hublot
Pronounce it right, you prick
I go mad, yeah, I'm down to die for
I don't care, bro, I'm down to pipe chick
Mad stressed so I'm to light my spliffs
Wait, I'm bound to ride for
Real Gs gonna ride to this
Man, I've got no time to write a
I never left my Nine to Five for Wasteman ting
I don't care what rave in
I came here to but if it gets mad
Mek a young boy take man's
Try tell me I'm way too big to
Nah, man, never too big to rebel
I was in the O2 my lungs out
Rudeboy, you're too big for Adele
Leave my yard, a kiss to my girl
Salute to my sister as
Gotta trophies down at my mum's bit
Man, I'm way too big for my shelf
Man, I see MCs wanna sideline
But I still got a bangers in the pipeline
Man, I've got men @ing me bullshit
You're way too old for the timeline
You're getting way too old for a
Should've looked your kids
Get out the booth, go to your son
It's never too late to
like man love put my name in a bar
Random flight, get a to Qatar
This year, I how to take care of business
Next year, I'll how to play the guitar