Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

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

And you know MAN

It's the return of Rascal,
Dem boy na ready yet, trend a never set,
Inside outside, inside
Stop dat, dat, get dat
Yo, you know, on dirty going on stank,

Roll on these, put these Mc's on deep freeze,
Hit these, wit and rip these,
like rusko, come flip these,
So don't write with these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
like Christine's or Brittany's,
Allow us I'll take him with keys,
And this one 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 like trees,
a boy rascal, to a boy miseries,

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 player for them for the hour, and the will make you bleed,
It seems to be V and M and and Nike
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, life, fog life, street life,

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

It seems to be and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, keep higher for them 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 to be V and M and gold and Nike

We deep for the money; we don't want to take your cash,
It to be love and war and hate and life,
life, hustle life, fog life, street life,

Ding its on,
Fake mcs to sing 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 in your moskeno clothes,
Hot like weathery grow, gonna through the hole

Back, front, inside, out,
Dizzee run a flow to a boy wile out,
Six deep you can never 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 park, when the dark in being

It seems to be cars and and girls 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 love and war and and life,
life, hustle life, fog life, street life,

I have the that you love me.