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

the return of Dizzee Rascal,
Dem boy na yet, trend make 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,
like rusko, come flip these,
So please don't with these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
Don't like 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 mc's, drop 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, keep them for them fame,
It seems to be phones and and raves and weed,
And player for them for the hour, and the boys 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 seems to be 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 Scotland
Retard gets kick hard real
Live get threat to birthday card
Oh my what is he like
Dizzee don't
Dizzee don't might
wide web, dot slash eat end,
Dizzee don't com your girlfriend,
Co dot uk and last
Deaf kick back slash dot
frasier lyrical tank,
Dizzee come fresh going on

It seems to be cars and and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, keep them for them 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 and Nike

We roll deep for the money; we don't want to take cash,
It seems to be love and war and and life,
Harsh life, hustle life, fog life, life,

Ding its on,
Fake mcs want to my song,
You want to test up bring it on,
take 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 like weathery grow, gonna come through the

Back, front, inside, out,
Dizzee run a flow to make a boy 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, the dark in being

It seems to be and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, keep them for them fame,
It to be phones and bling and raves and weed,
And player for them for the hour, and the boys make you bleed,
It seems to be V and M and gold and
We roll deep for the money; we don't to take your cash,
It seems to be love and war and and life,
Harsh life, hustle life, fog life, life,

I the feeling that you love me.