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 gangster
Yelling when I ramble n*gga
So cross me, got ammo like Rambo
N*gga to gamble, you crapped out
You bad n*gga
moving fast gotta pump the brakes on 'em
They better pump 'em before I beat the brakes off 'em
My goon's real hungry looking for a real
And you's a real phony looking a big steak
So get your sh*t straight I grab the big eight
Hit you in your left eye, now you can't see sh*t
Ray Charles n*ggas to the fact
you was in your class, I was grinding getting scratch
The grind and you get scratched
Now you like a b*tch
You a bird, got I'ma fly you with the pack
little n*ggas got the nerve, these n*ggas under me
I put you under my wing, you's a son to me

- Gudda Gudda]
Small to a giant [x4]

[Verse 2 - Lil
Guess what? Streets all and me I'm praying for probation
Like my ancestors for segregation
I'm a predator, when I prey I don't meditation
I vegetation, f*ck the Feds and f*ck the federation
And every agent; man I want that Asian, like a Geisha
Get up in her stomach like
I'ma stop; nah, let me keep going, C4ing, we
Up you better be if we're touring
And she's snoring 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 fall and I sleep out in that pussy
And when she calling I answer
But she keep and keep calling
And we balling like b-balling, as a matter of fact street balling
We evolving, dissolving
Cincinnati hat, red black
Cops find your but they don't know where your head at
I'm going in like wet pussy, no money sounds like death to me
B*tch, I don't a motherf*ck
Yeah I'm leaning, to pour me up another cup
Yeah I'm high, 'bout to roll me up blunt
I roll a Biggie Small, now another one
I'm in love Wayne
Long hair don't care, b*tch call me Rick
that n*gga, and don't forget the baby you f*cking baby sitters

[Hook - Lil
Small thing to a giant