Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

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

And you this MAN

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

Roll deep on these, put these on deep freeze,
Hit these, wit and rip these,
Come like rusko, flip these,
So please don't with 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 school dry wineys,
Barclays. Halifax, and these,
gunshots, you lick these,
Trick these, CID E,
mike mc's, drop like freeze,
Player get chop like trees,
a boy rascal, to a boy miseries,

It seems to be and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, 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 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,

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

It seems to be cars and and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, 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 to be V and M and gold and Nike

We roll deep for the money; we don't want to take 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 test 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 weathery grow, gonna come through the hole

Back, front, inside, out,
Dizzee run a flow to make a boy 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 and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, keep them for them fame,
It seems to be phones and bling and and weed,
And player for for the hour, and the boys will make you bleed,
It seems to be V and M and gold and
We roll for the money; we don't want to take your cash,
It seems to be love and war and and life,
life, hustle life, fog life, street life,

I have the feeling that you me.