Luyện nghe bài hát Small Thing To a Giant

[Verse 1 - Gudda
I'm that drama
You f*cking with the kind of that got a gangster grill
Yelling diamonds I ramble n*gga
So don't me, got ammo like Rambo
N*gga likes to gamble, you out
You bad n*gga
N*ggas moving fast pump the brakes on 'em
They better 'em fast before I beat the brakes off 'em
My goon's real looking for a real break
And you's a real phony like a big steak
So get your sh*t straight before I grab the big
Hit you in your eye, now you can't see sh*t straight
Ray n*ggas blind to the fact
While you was in your class, I was grinding getting
The night and you get scratched
Now you like a b*tch
You a bird, got wings I'ma fly you with the
These little n*ggas got the nerve, these under me
I put you under my wing, n*ggas a son to me

[Hook - Gudda
thing to a giant [x4]

[Verse 2 - Lil
Guess what? Streets all paper and me I'm for probation
Like my ancestors prayed for
I'm a predator, when I prey I don't mean
I vegetation, f*ck the Feds and f*ck the federation
And every agent; man I want that Asian, sexy a Geisha
Get up in her stomach like
I'ma stop; nah, let me going, C4ing, we blowing
Up you better be detouring if we're
And she's cause he boring
Shawty need a refund -- her back; but when it comes to me
She pre-ordering, and re-ordering and
I leap, ball and I free fall and I sleep out in that
And when she calling I don't
But she keep calling and calling
And we balling like b-balling, as a of fact like street balling
We evolving, dissolving
Cincinnati Reds hat, red
Cops your body but they don't know where your head at
I'm going in like wet pussy, no money that sounds death to me
B*tch, I give a motherf*ck
I'm leaning, 'bout to pour me up another cup
Yeah I'm high, 'bout to roll me up another
I roll a Biggie Small, now here's one
I'm in with Wayne
hair don't care, b*tch call me Rick James
Weezy that n*gga, and forget the baby you f*cking baby sitters

[Hook - Lil
thing to a giant [x4]