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 this MAN

It's the of Dizzee Rascal,
Dem boy na yet, trend make a never set,
Inside outside, 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,
like rusko, come flip these,
So please write with these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
Don't Christine's or Brittany's,
Allow us off; I'll take him keys,
And one strictly for pickneys,
Old afro dry wineys,
Barclays. Halifax, and these,
gunshots, you lick these,
Trick these, CID E,
Touch mike mc's, drop 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 bling and and weed,
And player for them for the hour, and the boys will you bleed,
It to be V and M and gold and Nike
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,
his trace, to your aunt Maureen,
Get live, get get seen,
run tings , like
Keep vigilant, on grant,
We chuck at Scotland Yard
gets kick hard real hard
Live get threat to birthday card
Oh my what is he like
don't come
Dizzee bust might
wide web, dot slash eat end,
Dizzee don't com your girlfriend,
Co dot uk and collar
Deaf kick back dot holler
Frank frasier tank,
Dizzee come going on stank

It to be cars and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, keep higher for them fame,
It to be phones 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,

dong its on,
Fake mcs want to my song,
You want to hurry up bring it on,
Wanna me for a mo no that's wrong,
Hit with a ge con do,like key do blow,
Leave bullet hole in moskeno clothes,
Hot like weathery grow, come through the hole

Back, front, inside, out,
run a flow to make a boy wile out,
Six deep you can never climb out,
I smoke dat weed till my mum out,

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

It to be cars 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 seems to be V and M and and Nike
We roll for the money; 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,

I the feeling that you love me.