Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

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

And you know MAN

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

Roll on these, put these Mc's on deep freeze,
Hit these, wit and rip these,
Come like rusko, come these,
So don't write with these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
Don't Christine's or Brittany's,
us off; I'll take 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 mc's, drop like freeze,
Player get chop like trees,
a boy rascal, to a boy miseries,

It seems to be cars and and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, them higher for them fame,
It to be phones 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 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 tings ,
vigilant, keep on grant,
We chuck grenades at Scotland
Retard kick hard real hard
Live get threat to your card
Oh my what is he like
Dizzee come
Dizzee don't might
wide web, dot slash eat end,
Dizzee don't com jack girlfriend,
Co dot uk and collar
Deaf kick back slash dot
Frank frasier tank,
Dizzee come fresh going on

It seems to be cars and and girls and peds,
And on flame, keep 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 money; we don't want to take 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 to test hurry up bring it on,
Wanna take me for a mo no wrong,
Hit them a ge con do,like key do blow,
Leave bullet hole in your clothes,
Hot like weathery grow, gonna through the hole

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

Front, back, outside, in
Bear kids sipping on jing-sing
Love not doggy 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 boys make you bleed,
It seems to be V and M and gold and
We roll deep for the money; we don't to take your cash,
It to be love and war and hate and life,
life, hustle life, fog life, street life,

I have the feeling you love me.