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

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

Roll deep on these, put these Mc's on freeze,
Hit these, wit and rip these,
Come like rusko, come these,
So please don't with these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
Don't Christine's or Brittany's,
Allow us off; take him with keys,
And one strictly for pickneys,
Old school dry wineys,
Barclays. Halifax, and these,
gunshots, you lick these,
Trick these, CID E,
Touch mike mc's, like freeze,
haters 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 will make you bleed,
It seems to be V and M and gold and
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,

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

It seems to be cars and cash and 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 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,

Ding its on,
Fake mcs to sing my song,
You to test hurry 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 hole in moskeno clothes,
Hot like grow, gonna come through the hole

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

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

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 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 we don't 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 feeling that you me.