Luyện nghe bài hát Big For Your Boots

You're getting way too big for boots
You're 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 tried up the truth
How you twist up the truth, look
You're getting way too big for boots
You're never too big for the
I've got the big size twelves on my
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 up the truth

Wanna come round here like a 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 don't
when I'm sober, I'm so gassed
Say you ride but there's no car and no (what you talking 'bout?)
Clown, down
Never had a or a trey 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
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, 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 still do the road in my
Like gonna stop me? You? Him?
in a cigarette, blue slims
Don't be an idiot, move
been killing it, new king
Niggas ain't for my new stuff
a prick by yourself, go and group up
And when Krept 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 peng ting Amy
me to come round hers on a Valerie ting
Hashtag Merky ting
Coming art in a gallery ting
Dem boy dere chat about bars
chat 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 twelves on my feet
Your face ain't big for my
Kick up the
Man know I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the
How dare you twist up the truth,

I'm too hot
Drug 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
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 don't care, bro, I'm down to pipe your
Mad stressed so I'm bound to light my
Wait, I'm to ride for Flipz
Real Gs ride around to this
Man, I've got no time to write a
I never left my Nine to Five for this Wasteman
I don't care what 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, never too big for Adele
Leave my yard, blow a to my girl
Salute to my as well
Gotta keep down at my mum's bit
Man, I'm getting way too big for my
Man, I see MCs wanna sideline
But I still got a couple in the pipeline
Man, I've got grown men @ing me
getting way too old for the timeline
You're 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 to Qatar
This year, I learnt how to take care of
Next year, I'll learn how to play the