Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

WHO'S DAT, WHO'S DAT, DAT
The is flying,
OG, pimp hustler, gangster player, mother fucker,
Living today, to be
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, on dirty going on stank,

Roll deep on these, put these Mc's on freeze,
Hit these, wit and rip these,
Come like rusko, come these,
So please don't with these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
Don't Christine's or Brittany's,
Allow us off; I'll him with keys,
And one strictly for pickneys,
Old school dry wineys,
Barclays. Halifax, and these,
Headless gunshots, you these,
Trick these, CID E,
Touch mike mc's, drop freeze,
Player haters get like trees,
a boy rascal, to a boy miseries,

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 gold and
We roll deep for the money; we 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,
Take his trace, to aunt Maureen,
Get live, get get seen,
Dizzy run , like
vigilant, keep on grant,
We chuck at Scotland Yard
Retard gets kick hard hard
Live get to your birthday card
Oh my what is he like
Dizzee come
Dizzee bust might
wide web, dot slash eat end,
Dizzee com jack your girlfriend,
Co dot uk and last
Deaf kick slash dot holler
Frank lyrical tank,
come fresh going on stank

It seems to be cars and cash and and peds,
And manners on flame, keep them 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 money; we don't want to 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 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,
Dizzee run a flow to a boy wile out,
Six foot deep you can 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 dark park, when the in being

It seems to be cars and cash and and peds,
And manners on flame, keep 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 to be V and M and gold and Nike
We roll deep for the money; we want to take your cash,
It to be love and war and hate and life,
Harsh life, hustle life, fog life, life,

I have the that you love me.