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 got time to sh*t let alone come check you blud
You know Im her
now Im in Europe fu*king up sh*t
more than the
So you land you know I got you properly

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

You a snitchin little and you love
to the blues
Well this song wasnt for you

Im
Im
For you

Im
Im
For you

Yo, f*ck so good make a b*tch wanna me
rolex ring Wiley
When I was a bum, really liked me
Now its someone went a got a new job for Tinie
Im only
Im just saying Ill so hard Im constipated
Overworked,
Now my tings off, no gun relation
Grind all day but I aint roller
All eyes on MOI, harder
No for the ex, on night no tea towel
Tell Kelly ive got that
I beg, someone find Max and let her know I wanna smash her from the back
Sarah Jane come give me brain and put them big red on my sack!
Ill be killin Ill be getting bred
Hard doe, 1s all day on the chart show
So F*CK YOU and your 90 track
Thats a million bars of
My are wrecked and it opens legs
Its fly than a motherf*cking jet
What a selfish b*stard, no
You dapz, no regrets
I still roll my hood and I wear my chain
F*ck a top boy Scorcher and Bashy cant do the
recognised, reaaaalll
How many have you sold today?
I aint saying way not Kanye
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 hung a tree
Imagine if your new born pops out exactly like moi
Banter, but on the real get her on because Ill be on the tour bus getting pampered
I heard Cowell thinks Im a little w*nker
An im getting on his tits like
And I dont wanna mentioning names
Where all now? There bankrupt!
Joe McElderry, oh a stand up!
Alexandra, pull your up!
Where you at? You aint no winner!
I feel bad cause your voice is amazing but your careers getting by a mason
That sh*t f*cking upsets me, cause it get me, try bring them near me
Coming round with your out, wanting a hand out, ahhhh thats too political
I dont about 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 of my environment I aint sayin me and you are any different
Im just planning an early
I dont mean sorry when I say Im going
Every mans welcome to fly distance
We be on the with Weed Man Winston!
Plus Im the ting out the United Kingdom

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

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

Im
Im
For you

Im
Im
For you

I aint going in, Im just f*cking around
just werent
You me
Id be singing my sh*t anyway
Big up Keyz
POOOMBLAYYYYYYY!!