Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

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

And you know MAN

the return of Dizzee Rascal,
Dem boy na ready yet, trend a never set,
Inside outside, outside
Stop dat, 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 rusko, come flip these,
So please write with these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
like Christine's or Brittany's,
Allow us off; I'll him with keys,
And one strictly for pickneys,
Old afro dry wineys,
Barclays. Halifax, and these,
Headless gunshots, you these,
these, CID with E,
Touch mike mc's, like freeze,
Player haters get chop trees,
a boy rascal, to a boy miseries,

It seems to be cars and cash and and peds,
And on flame, keep 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 seems to be V and M and gold and
We roll for the money; 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,

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

It seems to be and cash and girls and peds,
And on flame, keep them 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 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,

Ding its on,
Fake mcs to sing my song,
You want to test hurry up it on,
Wanna take me for a mo no wrong,
Hit them a ge con do,like key do blow,
Leave bullet in your moskeno clothes,
Hot like weathery grow, gonna come through the

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

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

It to be cars and cash and girls and peds,
And on flame, keep them 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,
life, hustle life, fog life, street life,

I have the feeling that you me.