Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

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

And you know MAN

the return of Dizzee Rascal,
Dem boy na ready yet, trend make a set,
Inside outside, 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 like rusko, flip these,
So don't write with these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
Don't Christine's or Brittany's,
Allow us off; take him with keys,
And this one for pickneys,
Old school dry wineys,
Barclays. Halifax, and these,
Headless gunshots, you these,
these, CID with E,
Touch mike mc's, 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 on flame, keep them higher for them fame,
It seems to be phones and 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 want to your cash,
It seems to be love and war and 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
Keep vigilant, on grant,
We chuck at Scotland Yard
Retard gets kick hard real
get threat to your birthday card
Oh my days is he like
don't come
Dizzee don't might
wide web, dot slash eat end,
Dizzee don't com your girlfriend,
Co dot uk and collar
Deaf back slash dot holler
Frank frasier tank,
Dizzee come going on stank

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 boys make you bleed,
It to be V and M and gold 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,
mcs want to sing my song,
You want to test hurry up it on,
Wanna me for a mo no that's 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,
run a flow to make a boy wile out,
Six deep you can never climb out,
I smoke dat weed my mum finds out,

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

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 for them 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 don't want to take cash,
It seems to be and war and hate and life,
Harsh life, life, fog life, street life,

I have the feeling you love me.