Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

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

And you this MAN

It's the of Dizzee Rascal,
Dem boy na ready yet, trend a never set,
outside, inside outside
Stop dat, dat, get dat
Yo, you know, on dirty going on stank,

Roll deep on these, put these on deep 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 I'll take him with keys,
And one strictly for pickneys,
Old afro dry wineys,
Barclays. Halifax, and these,
gunshots, you lick these,
these, CID with E,
Touch mike mc's, like freeze,
Player haters get 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 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 deep for the money; 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
Keep vigilant, on grant,
We chuck grenades at Yard
Retard gets kick real hard
Live get to your birthday card
Oh my what is he like
don't come
Dizzee bust might
wide web, dot slash eat end,
Dizzee don't com jack girlfriend,
Co dot uk and collar
Deaf kick back dot holler
frasier lyrical tank,
Dizzee come going on stank

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 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 take 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 test up bring it on,
Wanna take me for a mo no wrong,
Hit them a ge con do,like key do blow,
Leave bullet hole in your 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 till 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 them 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 seems to be V and M and and Nike
We roll deep for the money; we don't want to take cash,
It to be love and war and hate and life,
life, hustle life, fog life, street life,

I have the that you love me.