Luyện nghe bài hát Small Thing To a Giant

[Verse 1 - Gudda
I'm about drama
You f*cking with the kind of n*gga that got a grill
Yelling diamonds I ramble n*gga
So cross me, got ammo like Rambo
likes to gamble, you crapped out
You bad gambling
N*ggas moving fast pump the brakes on 'em
better pump 'em fast before I beat the brakes off 'em
My real hungry looking for a real break
And you's a real phony like a big steak
So get your straight before I grab the big eight
Hit you in your left eye, now you can't see sh*t
Ray Charles n*ggas blind to the
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 wings fly you with the pack
These little n*ggas got the nerve, n*ggas under me
I put you under my wing, n*ggas a son to me

- Gudda Gudda]
Small thing to a [x4]

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

[Hook - Lil
Small thing to a giant