Luyện nghe bài hát Big For Your Boots

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 I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere twist 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 face big for my boot
up the yout
Man know that I up the yout
Dem boy tried twist up the truth
How you twist up the truth

Wanna come round like a badboy? 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"
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 no car and no mash (what you talking 'bout?)
Clown, stand
had a MAC-10 or a trey pound
You were never bad then, you bad now
Never had the MAC then, little nigga, back
Wait, I saw bare kicks, saw bare
Said that, I can't wear those
I don't like them, they're not my
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, don't
Don't care who you from my block
You're not Al Capone, get boxed
can take my car and my creps
I'll still do the in my socks
Like gonna stop me? You? Him?
in a cigarette, blue slims
Don't be an idiot, smart
I've been it, new king
Niggas ain't 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, family ting
Dem man are broke, no ting
Had a peng called Amy
Telling me to round hers on a Valerie ting
Hashtag Academy ting
Coming like art in a ting
Dem boy dere wanna chat bars
Wanna chat crud but, but, but

You're getting way too big for boots
You're too big for the boot
I've got the big size on my feet
face ain't big for my boot
Kick up the
Man know that I kick up the
Dem boy dere twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth,

I'm too hot
money in my shoebox
I'm the man of the house and my sold out
Like the brudda from the
Beats 1 in my
Still steal meat the stew pot
go sick when my tune drops
Little man, that's a Hublot, not a
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 to light my spliffs
Wait, I'm bound to for Flipz
Real Gs gonna ride to this
Man, got no time to write a diss
I never left my to Five for this Wasteman ting
I don't care what man's in
I came to relax but if it gets mad
Mek a young boy take man's
Try me I'm way too big to rebel?
Nah, man, you're too big to rebel
I was in the O2 singing my out
Rudeboy, you're too big for Adele
my yard, blow a kiss to my girl
Salute to my sister as
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 got a couple bangers in the pipeline
Man, I've got grown men @ing me
You're getting way too old for the
You're way too old for a diss
Should've looked after your
Get out the booth, go to your son
It's never too late to
It's like man love put my in a bar
Random flight, get a plane to
This year, I how to take care of business
Next year, I'll learn how to the guitar