Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

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

And you know MAN

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

Roll deep on these, put these on deep freeze,
Hit these, wit and rip these,
like rusko, come flip these,
So please don't with these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
Don't like or Brittany's,
Allow us 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 get chop like trees,
a boy rascal, to a boy miseries,

It to be cars and cash and girls and peds,
And on flame, keep them higher for them fame,
It seems to be and bling and raves and weed,
And player for them for the hour, and the boys will you bleed,
It seems to be V and M and gold and
We roll for the money; we don't want to take your cash,
It seems to be love and war and and life,
Harsh life, life, fog life, street life,

So far clean,
Take his trace, to your Maureen,
Get live, get get seen,
run tings , like
Keep vigilant, on grant,
We chuck grenades at Scotland
Retard gets kick hard hard
get threat to your birthday card
Oh my days is he like
don't come
Dizzee bust might
wide web, dot slash eat end,
Dizzee don't com your girlfriend,
Co dot uk and last
Deaf kick back dot holler
Frank lyrical tank,
Dizzee fresh going on stank

It seems to be cars and and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, keep them for them fame,
It seems to be phones and bling and 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 we don't want to take your cash,
It seems to be and war and hate and life,
life, hustle life, fog life, street life,

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

Back, front, inside, out,
Dizzee run a flow to a boy wile out,
Six deep you can never climb out,
I smoke dat weed till my mum out,

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

It seems to be cars and and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, them higher for them fame,
It seems to be phones and bling and and weed,
And player for 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 don't want to take cash,
It seems to be love and war and and life,
Harsh life, hustle life, fog life, life,

I have the feeling that you me.