Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

WHO'S DAT, WHO'S DAT, DAT
The is flying,
OG, pimp hustler, gangster player, hardcore fucker,
Living today, to be
I'm totally and on his dick!

And you know MAN

the return of Dizzee Rascal,
Dem boy na yet, trend make a never set,
Inside outside, outside
Stop dat, dat, get dat
Yo, you know, going on going on stank,

Roll deep on these, put these Mc's on freeze,
Hit these, wit and rip these,
like rusko, come flip these,
So please don't write these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
Don't like or Brittany's,
us off; I'll take him with keys,
And one strictly for pickneys,
Old afro dry wineys,
Barclays. Halifax, and these,
Headless gunshots, you these,
these, CID with E,
Touch mike mc's, like freeze,
Player haters get chop trees,
a boy rascal, to a boy miseries,

It to be cars and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, keep them higher for fame,
It seems to be phones and and raves and weed,
And for them for the hour, and the boys will make you bleed,
It seems to be V and M and gold and
We roll deep for the money; we want to take your cash,
It seems to be love and war and and life,
Harsh life, hustle life, fog life, life,

So far clean,
his trace, to your aunt Maureen,
Get live, get get seen,
Dizzy run , like
Keep vigilant, on grant,
We chuck at Scotland Yard
Retard gets hard real hard
Live get threat to your card
Oh my what is he like
Dizzee don't
Dizzee don't bust
World web, dot slash eat end,
Dizzee com jack your girlfriend,
Co dot uk and last
Deaf kick back dot holler
Frank frasier tank,
Dizzee fresh going on stank

It seems to be cars and cash and and peds,
And manners on flame, keep them higher for fame,
It seems to be and bling and raves and weed,
And player for them for the hour, and the boys make you bleed,
It seems to be V and M and gold and

We roll deep for the money; we want to take your cash,
It seems to be and war and hate and life,
Harsh life, life, fog life, street life,

dong its on,
Fake mcs want to my song,
You want to test up bring it on,
Wanna me for a mo no that's wrong,
Hit with a ge con do,like key do blow,
Leave bullet hole in your clothes,
Hot like grow, gonna come through the hole

Back, front, inside, out,
run a flow to make a boy wile out,
Six foot deep you can climb out,
I dat weed till my mum finds out,

Front, back, outside, in
folk kids sipping on jing-sing
Love making not doggy
In a dark park, when the in being

It seems to be and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, them higher for them fame,
It seems to be and bling and raves and weed,
And for them for the hour, and the boys will make you bleed,
It seems to be V and M and and Nike
We roll deep for the money; we want to take your cash,
It seems to be love and war and and life,
life, hustle life, fog life, street life,

I have the feeling that you me.