Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

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

And you know MAN

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

Roll deep on these, put Mc's on deep freeze,
Hit these, wit and rip these,
like rusko, come flip these,
So please don't write these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
like Christine's or Brittany's,
Allow us off; I'll him with keys,
And one strictly for pickneys,
Old afro dry wineys,
Barclays. Halifax, and these,
gunshots, you lick 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 on flame, keep them higher for them fame,
It to be phones 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 don't want to 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 aunt Maureen,
Get live, get get seen,
Dizzy run tings ,
Keep vigilant, on grant,
We chuck at Scotland Yard
Retard gets kick hard hard
Live get to your birthday card
Oh my days what is he
Dizzee come
don't bust might
World web, dot slash eat end,
Dizzee com jack your girlfriend,
Co dot uk and collar
kick back slash dot holler
Frank frasier tank,
come fresh going on stank

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

We roll for the money; 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,
Fake mcs to sing my song,
You want to hurry 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 weathery grow, gonna come through 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 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 cars and cash and and peds,
And manners on flame, them higher 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 and Nike
We roll deep for the money; we want to take your cash,
It to be love and war and hate and life,
Harsh life, hustle life, fog life, life,

I have the that you love me.