Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

WHO'S DAT, DAT, WHO'S 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 return of Rascal,
Dem boy na ready yet, trend make a set,
Inside outside, outside
dat, start dat, get dat
Yo, you know, going on dirty 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,
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,
Touch mike mc's, like freeze,
haters 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 boys will you bleed,
It to be V and M and gold and Nike
We roll deep for the money; we don't to take your cash,
It seems to be and war and hate 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 hard real hard
Live get threat to birthday card
Oh my days is he like
Dizzee don't
don't bust might
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 and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, keep them higher for fame,
It seems to be 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 don't want to your cash,
It seems to be love and war and and life,
life, hustle life, fog life, street life,

Ding its on,
Fake mcs to sing 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 your clothes,
Hot weathery grow, gonna come through the hole

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

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

It seems to be and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, keep them higher for fame,
It to be phones 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 for the money; 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.