Luyện nghe bài hát Big For Your Boots

You're getting way too big for your
You're never too big for the
I've got the big size twelves on my
face ain't big for my boot
Kick up the
Man know that I up the yout
Dem boy dere twist up the truth
How you twist up the truth, look
You're getting way too big for your
never too big for the boot
I've got the big size on my feet
Your ain't big for my boot
up the yout
Man know that I kick up the
Dem boy dere twist 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 the party, bottle of BACARDÍ
Bro's in my ear "Stormz, don't do it"
Devil on my shoulder, I don't
Hit 'em with a crowbar, I scrap
Even when I'm sober, I'm so
Say you but there's no car and no mash (what you talking 'bout?)
Clown, down
Never had a MAC-10 or a trey
You never bad then, you ain't bad now
Never had the MAC then, little nigga, down
Wait, I saw bare kicks, saw bare
Said that, I can't wear those
I don't like them, 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 do it, don't dare
Don't who you know from my block
not Al Capone, you'll get boxed
They can my car and my creps
I'll do the road in my socks
Like who's gonna stop me? Him?
Weed in a cigarette, slims
Don't be an idiot, smart
I've killing it, new king
ain't ready for my new stuff
You're a prick by yourself, go and up
And when went States for the BETs
I was covering like a bootcut
Ith mad, that's a family ting, family ting
Dem man are broke, no salary
Had a peng called Amy
Telling me to come round hers on a ting
Merky Academy ting
Coming art in a gallery ting
Dem boy dere wanna about bars
chat about crud but, but, but

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

I'm too hot
Drug money in my
I'm the man of the and my shows sold out
Like the brudda the Boondocks
1 in my boombox
Still steal from the stew pot
go sick when my tune drops
Little man, a Hublot, not a Hublot
Pronounce it right, you prick
I go mad, yeah, I'm down to die for
I care, bro, I'm down to pipe your chick
Mad stressed so I'm bound to light my
Wait, I'm bound to for Flipz
Real Gs ride around to this
Man, I've got no time to a diss
I never left my Nine to for this Wasteman ting
I care what rave man's in
I here to relax but if it gets mad
Mek a boy take man's tings
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, never too big for Adele
Leave my yard, a kiss to my girl
Salute to my sister as
Gotta keep trophies down at my bit
Man, I'm way too big for my shelf
Man, I see bare MCs sideline
But I still got a couple in the pipeline
Man, got grown men @ing me bullshit
getting way too old for the timeline
You're way too old for a diss
looked after your kids
Get out the booth, go home to son
It's never too to commit
It's like man put my name in a bar
Random flight, get a plane to
year, I learnt how to take care of business
Next year, learn how to play the guitar