Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

WHO'S DAT, WHO'S DAT, 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, make a never set,
outside, inside outside
Stop dat, dat, get dat
Yo, you know, on dirty going on stank,

deep on these, put these Mc's on deep freeze,
Hit these, wit and rip these,
Come like rusko, come these,
So please don't with 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 chop trees,
a boy rascal, to a boy miseries,

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 bling and 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 we don't want to take your cash,
It to be love and war and hate and life,
Harsh life, hustle life, fog life, life,

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

It seems to be cars and cash and and peds,
And manners on flame, keep 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 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 and war and hate and life,
Harsh life, hustle life, fog life, life,

Ding its on,
mcs want to sing my song,
You want to test hurry up it on,
take me for a mo no that's wrong,
Hit them a ge con do,like key do blow,
bullet hole in your 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 my mum finds out,

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

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 seems to be V and M and gold and
We roll deep for the money; we want to take your cash,
It seems to be love and war and and life,
Harsh life, hustle life, fog life, life,

I have the feeling you love me.