Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

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

And you this MAN

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

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

It seems to be and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, keep 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 don't want to your cash,
It to be love and war and hate and life,
Harsh life, hustle life, fog life, life,

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

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 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 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 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 in your moskeno clothes,
Hot like weathery grow, come through the hole

Back, front, inside, out,
Dizzee run a flow to make a boy out,
Six foot deep you can climb out,
I smoke dat till my mum finds out,

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

It seems to be cars and cash and 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 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,
Harsh life, life, fog life, street life,

I have the feeling that you me.