Luyện nghe bài hát Big For Your Boots

You're getting way too big for boots
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 kick up the
Dem boy dere tried up the truth
How dare you up the truth, look
getting way too big for your boots
You're too big for the boot
got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face big for my boot
up the yout
Man know that I up the yout
Dem boy dere 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, of BACARDÍ
Bro's in my ear "Stormz, don't do it"
Devil on my shoulder, I don't
Hit 'em a crowbar, I don't scrap
Even when I'm sober, I'm so
Say you ride but there's no car and no (what you talking 'bout?)
Clown, down
had a MAC-10 or a trey pound
You were bad then, you ain't bad now
had the MAC then, little nigga, back down
Wait, I saw bare kicks, saw clothes
Said fuck that, I can't wear
I don't them, they're not my ting
went silent, they're all weirdos
Like yeah, gone clear
Never had a Tom or a Moncler
are calm, but you see my don there?
Fuckeries, 'em don't do it, don't dare
Don't care who you know my block
You're not Al Capone, you'll get
can take my car and my creps
I'll still do the road in my
Like who's gonna me? You? Him?
in a cigarette, blue slims
Don't be an idiot, smart
I've killing it, new king
Niggas ain't ready for my new
a prick by yourself, go and group up
And Krept went States for the BETs
I was covering Krept a bootcut
Ith mad, that's a family ting, family ting
Dem man are broke, no salary
Had a ting called Amy
me to come round hers on a Valerie ting
Hashtag Merky ting
Coming like art in a ting
Dem boy dere wanna about bars
Wanna chat about but, but, but

You're getting way too big for boots
You're too big for the boot
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 tried twist 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 from the
1 in my boombox
Still meat from the stew pot
Mandem go when my tune drops
Little man, a Hublot, not a Hublot
What? Pronounce it right, you
I go mad, yeah, I'm to die for this
I don't care, bro, I'm down to pipe your
Mad so I'm bound to light my spliffs
Wait, I'm bound to ride for
Gs gonna ride around to this
Man, I've got no time to write a
I never left my Nine to Five for Wasteman ting
I don't care what rave in
I came here to relax but if it mad
Mek a young boy take man's
Try tell me I'm way too big to
Nah, man, you're too big to rebel
I was in the O2 my lungs out
Rudeboy, you're never too big for
Leave my yard, blow a to my girl
to my sister as well
Gotta keep down at my mum's bit
Man, I'm way too big for my shelf
Man, I see bare MCs sideline
But I still got a couple bangers in the
Man, I've got grown men me bullshit
You're getting way too old for the
getting way too old for a diss
Should've after your kids
Get out the booth, go to your son
It's too late to commit
like man love put my name in a bar
Random flight, get a plane to
This year, I learnt how to take care of
Next year, I'll how to play the guitar