Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Coming (Tarzan Part 2)

You see a lot of me
So i hate when i talk to my boy pen
And he acts like you've forgotten me'
I ain't got time to
Let come check you blud
You I'm hot property
I got
Right now i'm in
Fucking up shit more the economy
So when you land, you know i got you
I my people through with everything i do
You me i fuck with you, ahh
You a snitching little
And you love to the blues
this song wasn't made for you, ahh, ahh
I'm coming, i'm for you
Ahh, ahh
I'm coming, i'm for you
Yo, so good make a bitch wanna fight me
Wanna rolex, ring
i was a bum, no one really liked me
Now it's time someone and got a new job for Tinie
I'm playing, i'm just saying
I'ma shit so i'm constipated
Over-worked,
Now my tings off
No gun
Grind all day but i ain't
All on moi, holla baby
No for the X
On that note T tell Kelly i got motivation
i beg, someone try and find Max online
Let her i wanna smash her from the back
If not, Sarah Jane can come me brain
And put big red lips on my sack
I've been killing it cos i've been bread
Hard dough, number ones all day on the show
So fuck you and your 90 track
That's a million of arseholes
My flows erected it legs
It's flyer than a mother-fucking jet
What a selfish bastard, no
You daps, no regrets
I roll for my hood and i wear my chain
Fuck a top boy Scorcher and Bashy do the same
Real recognise
How many have you sold to date
I ain't that i'm Wayne or Kanye
But i'm life on the runway
If nine, i'll be like, 'Welcome on board my brudda'
Say bye to the
of the jungle, hard as can be
I you to let your chick party with me
I'm and i'm hung like a tree
if you knew Byron paps out
Looking like moi
Batter not ahh, but on the tele getting real pampers
Cos i'll be on the tour bus getting
I heard Simon Cowell thinks i'm a wanker
And now i'm getting on his like cancer
And i wanna start mentioning names
Fuck it, where they all now, they're
Joe ahh, what a stand-up
Alexandra, pull socks up
Where your hits at, you ain't no
I feel bad cos voice is amazing
But your career's getting raped by a
That shit fucking me
Cos they get me
Try bring near me
Coming with their hands out
a hand out
Ahh too political
I don't care about a Bently, or Fendi
living in a spaceship
You got by
Your got manked by
That smooth
I'm a product of my
I saying me and you are any different
I'm just a early return
Man i don't sorry when i say i'm going kingston
And every welcome to fly a long distance
We be on the beach weed man Winston, Winston
Pssh, i'm the ting out the United Kingdom
I bring my through with everything i do
You repping me i fuck you, ahh
You a snitching bitch
And you love to the blues
Well this song wasn't for you, ahh ahh
I'm coming, i'm for you
Ahh, ahh
I'm coming, i'm for you
I ain't going in
I'm just fucking
just words
You me
I'd rather be singing my anyway
You got caned