Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

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

And you this MAN

It's the return of Rascal,
Dem boy na ready yet, trend make a set,
outside, inside outside
Stop dat, dat, get dat
Yo, you know, going on going on stank,

deep on these, put these Mc's on deep freeze,
Hit these, wit and rip these,
Come 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 this one for pickneys,
Old afro dry wineys,
Barclays. Halifax, and these,
gunshots, you lick these,
Trick these, CID E,
mike mc's, drop 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 to be phones and bling 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 to be love and war and hate 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 , like
vigilant, keep on grant,
We chuck at Scotland Yard
gets kick hard real hard
Live get to your birthday card
Oh my days is he like
Dizzee come
don't bust might
World web, dot slash eat end,
Dizzee don't com 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 and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, keep 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 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,
life, hustle life, fog life, street life,

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

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

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

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

I have the feeling you love me.