Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Coming (Tarzan, Pt2)

So I hate I talk to my boy from pen and he acts like cuz you forgotten me!
I aint got time to sh*t let alone come you blud
You Im her property
Right now Im in Europe fu*king up
more than the
So when you land you know I got you

I bring my people through it, I
do
You me I pop wid you

You a snitchin little and you love
singin to the
this song wasnt made for you

Im
Im
For you

Im
Im
For you

Yo, f*ck so make a b*tch wanna find me
Wanna rolex Wiley
When I was a bum, no-one really me
Now its time went a got a new job for Tinie
Im playing
Im just saying Ill so hard Im constipated
Overworked,
Now my poppin off, no gun relation
Grind all day but I roller blading
All on MOI, harder baby
No love for the ex, on night no tea
Kelly ive got that motivation
I beg, someone find Max online and let her know I wanna her from the back
Sarah Jane come me brain and put them big red lips on my sack!
Ill be killin cause Ill be bred
doe, number 1s all day on the chart show
So YOU and your 90 track mixtape
Thats a million of arsehole
My are wrecked and it opens legs
Its fly a motherf*cking jumbo jet
What a selfish b*stard, no
You dapz, no regrets
I still roll my hood and I wear my chain
a top boy Scorcher and Bashy cant do the same
Real recognised,
How many albums have you today?
I aint saying nuttin way not
But Im life on the runway
If your nice, Ill be Welcome on board my brudda, say bye to gun play
King of the jungle, can be, I dare you to let your chick party with me
Im Tarzan and im like a tree
if your new born pops out looking exactly like moi
Banter, but on the real get her on pampers because Ill be on the bus getting pampered
I Simon Cowell thinks Im a little w*nker
An im getting on his tits like
And I dont start mentioning names
Where they all There bankrupt!
Joe McElderry, oh what a up!
Alexandra, pull socks up!
Where you at? You aint no winner!
I feel bad cause your voice is but your careers getting raped by a mason
That sh*t f*cking me, cause it dont get me, try bring them near me
Coming round with your hand out, wanting a hand out, thats too political
I dont care a bentley, gucci or a fendi, mans living in a spaceship!
You got clapped by a, BANG! Your got mad by a BANG! That smooth criminal
Im a product of my environment I sayin me and you are any different
Im just planning an early
I dont mean sorry I say Im going Kingston
Every mans to fly long distance
We be on the beach with Man Winston!
Plus Im the craziest ting out the Kingdom

I my people through it, everything I
do
You me I pop wid you

You a snitchin bitch and you love
to the blues
Well song wasnt made for you

Im
Im
For you

Im
Im
For you

I aint even in, Im just f*cking around
They just
You me
Id rather be singing my anyway
Big up motherf*cker
POOOMBLAYYYYYYY!!