Luyện nghe bài hát Big For Your Boots

You're getting way too big for your
never too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my
face ain't big for my boot
Kick up the
Man that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere twist up the truth
How dare you up the truth, look
You're getting way too big for boots
never 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 I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried up the truth
How dare you twist up the

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

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

I'm too hot
money in my shoebox
I'm the man of the and my shows sold out
the brudda from the Boondocks
Beats 1 in my
Still steal from the stew pot
Mandem go sick when my drops
man, that's a Hublot, not a Hublot
What? Pronounce it right, you
I go mad, yeah, I'm down to die for
I don't care, bro, I'm down to pipe your
Mad so I'm bound to light my spliffs
Wait, I'm to ride for Flipz
Real Gs gonna around to this
Man, I've got no to write a diss
I never left my Nine to Five for Wasteman ting
I don't care what rave in
I came to relax but if it gets mad
Mek a young boy take tings
Try me I'm way too big to rebel?
Nah, man, never too big to rebel
I was in the O2 singing my out
Rudeboy, you're too big for Adele
Leave my yard, a kiss to my girl
Salute to my as well
Gotta keep trophies down at my bit
Man, I'm getting way too big for my
Man, I see bare MCs wanna
But I still got a couple bangers in the
Man, got grown men @ing me bullshit
getting way too old for the timeline
You're getting way too old for a
Should've after your kids
Get out the booth, go to your son
It's too late to commit
It's like man put my name in a bar
flight, get a plane to Qatar
This year, I how to take care of business
Next year, learn how to play the guitar