Luyện nghe bài hát Big For Your Boots

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

Wanna round here like a badboy? Do it
Bun all the talking, go on then, do it
Running the party, bottle of BACARDÍ
Bro's in my ear saying "Stormz, do it"
Devil on my shoulder, I 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 (what you talking 'bout?)
Clown, stand
Never had a or a trey pound
You were never bad then, you bad now
Never had the MAC then, nigga, back down
Wait, I saw bare kicks, saw bare
Said fuck that, I can't those
I don't like them, they're not my
They silent, they're all weirdos
Like yeah, gone clear
Never had a Tom or a Moncler
Mandem are calm, but you see my don
Fuckeries, tell 'em don't do it, don't
Don't who you know from my block
You're not Al Capone, get boxed
They can my car and my creps
I'll still do the road in my
Like who's stop me? You? Him?
Weed in a cigarette, slims
Don't be an idiot, smart
I've been killing it, new
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 covering Krept like a
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
like art in a gallery ting
Dem boy dere chat about bars
Wanna chat crud but, but, but

getting way too big for your boots
You're too big for the boot
I've got the big twelves on my feet
Your face big for my boot
up the yout
Man know that I up the yout
Dem boy dere tried 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
Like the brudda from the
1 in my boombox
Still steal meat from the pot
Mandem go sick when my tune
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 bound to light my
Wait, I'm bound to ride for
Real Gs gonna ride to this
Man, I've got no to write a diss
I never left my Nine to for this Wasteman ting
I don't care rave man's in
I came here to but if it gets mad
Mek a boy take man's tings
Try tell me I'm way too big to
Nah, man, you're never too big to
I was in the O2 singing my out
Rudeboy, you're too big for Adele
Leave my yard, blow a kiss to my
Salute to my as well
Gotta trophies down at my mum's bit
Man, I'm getting way too big for my
Man, I see bare MCs sideline
But I still got a bangers in the pipeline
Man, got grown men @ing me bullshit
You're way too old for the timeline
You're way too old for a diss
Should've after your kids
Get out the booth, go home to son
It's never too late to
It's like man put my name in a bar
Random flight, get a plane to
This year, I learnt how to care of business
Next year, I'll learn how to play the