Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

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

And you this MAN

the return of Dizzee Rascal,
Dem boy na yet, trend make a never set,
Inside outside, inside
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, flip these,
So don't write with these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
like Christine's or Brittany's,
Allow us off; I'll take him keys,
And one strictly 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 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, 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 seems to be V and M and gold and
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,
Take his trace, to aunt Maureen,
Get live, get get seen,
Dizzy run tings ,
Keep vigilant, on grant,
We grenades at Scotland Yard
Retard gets kick real hard
Live get threat to birthday card
Oh my days is he like
don't 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 lyrical tank,
Dizzee come fresh going on

It seems to be cars and and girls 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 to be V and M and gold 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, 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 with a ge con do,like key do blow,
Leave bullet in your moskeno clothes,
Hot weathery grow, gonna come through the hole

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

Front, back, outside, in
Bear folk kids sipping on
Love not doggy styling
In a dark park, when the dark in

It seems to be cars and cash and and peds,
And on flame, keep 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 and Nike
We deep for the money; we don't 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.