Luyện nghe bài hát Small Thing To a Giant

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

[Hook - Gudda
Small thing to a [x4]

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

[Hook - Lil
thing to a giant [x4]