Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

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

And you this MAN

It's the of Dizzee Rascal,
Dem boy na yet, trend make a never set,
Inside outside, outside
dat, start 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,
Come like rusko, flip these,
So please don't write these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
Don't like or Brittany's,
Allow us off; I'll him with keys,
And one strictly for pickneys,
Old afro dry wineys,
Barclays. Halifax, and these,
Headless gunshots, you these,
Trick these, CID E,
Touch mike mc's, like freeze,
Player haters get like trees,
a boy rascal, to a boy miseries,

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

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

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 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,

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

Back, front, inside, out,
run a flow to make a boy wile out,
Six foot you can never climb out,
I dat weed till my mum finds out,

Front, back, outside, in
Bear folk kids sipping on
Love making not styling
In a park, when the dark in being

It seems to be cars and cash and 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 gold and
We roll deep for the money; we don't want to your cash,
It seems to be love and war and and life,
Harsh life, life, fog life, street life,

I have the feeling that you me.