Luyện nghe bài hát Big For Your Boots

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

Wanna round here like a badboy? Do it
Bun all the talking, go on then, do it
through the party, bottle of BACARDÍ
Bro's in my ear "Stormz, don't do it"
on my shoulder, I don't lack
Hit 'em a crowbar, I don't scrap
Even I'm sober, I'm so gassed
Say you ride but there's no car and no mash (what you 'bout?)
Clown, stand
Never had a MAC-10 or a pound
You were bad then, you ain't bad now
Never had the MAC then, little nigga, back
Wait, I saw bare kicks, saw clothes
Said fuck that, I can't those
I don't them, they're not my ting
They went silent, they're all
Like yeah, Stormz clear
Never had a Tom Ford or a
Mandem are calm, but you see my don
Fuckeries, tell 'em don't do it, dare
Don't care who you from my block
You're not Al Capone, get boxed
They can my car and my creps
still do the road in my socks
Like gonna stop me? You? Him?
Weed in a cigarette, blue
be an idiot, move smart
I've killing it, new king
Niggas ready for my new stuff
You're a prick by yourself, go and up
And when Krept went for the BETs
I was covering Krept like a
Ith mad, that's a family ting, straight ting
Dem man are broke, no ting
Had a peng called Amy
Telling me to come hers on a Valerie ting
Hashtag Merky ting
like art in a gallery ting
Dem boy dere chat about bars
Wanna chat about but, but, but

You're getting way too big for your
You're too big for the boot
I've got the big twelves on my feet
Your face big for my boot
Kick up the
Man know I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried up the truth
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
Like the brudda the Boondocks
1 in my boombox
Still steal meat the stew pot
Mandem go when my tune drops
man, that's a Hublot, not a Hublot
What? it right, you prick
I go mad, yeah, I'm to die for this
I don't care, bro, I'm down to pipe your
Mad stressed so I'm to light my spliffs
Wait, I'm bound to ride for
Real Gs gonna around to this
Man, I've got no time to a diss
I never left my Nine to Five for this Wasteman
I don't care rave man's in
I here to relax but if it gets mad
Mek a young boy take tings
Try me I'm way too big to rebel?
Nah, man, you're too big to rebel
I was in the O2 my lungs out
Rudeboy, never too big for Adele
Leave my yard, blow a kiss to my
Salute to my as well
keep 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 grown men @ing me
You're way too old for the timeline
getting way too old for a diss
Should've looked your kids
Get out the booth, go home to son
It's too late to commit
like man love put my name in a bar
Random flight, get a plane to
year, I learnt how to take care of business
Next year, I'll learn how to play the