Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

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

And you this MAN

the return of Dizzee Rascal,
Dem boy na ready yet, trend make a set,
Inside outside, outside
dat, start dat, get dat
Yo, you know, going on dirty on stank,

Roll deep on these, put these on deep freeze,
Hit these, wit and rip these,
Come like rusko, come these,
So please 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 school dry wineys,
Barclays. Halifax, and these,
Headless gunshots, you these,
these, CID with E,
Touch mc's, drop like freeze,
Player haters get chop trees,
a boy rascal, to a boy miseries,

It to be cars and cash 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 them for the hour, and the boys will you bleed,
It to be V and M and gold and Nike
We roll deep for the money; we don't to take your cash,
It to be love and war and hate and life,
Harsh life, life, fog life, street life,

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

It seems to be and cash and girls 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 and Nike

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

Ding its on,
Fake mcs to sing my song,
You want to hurry 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 in your moskeno clothes,
Hot like weathery grow, gonna come the hole

Back, front, inside, out,
Dizzee run a flow to make a boy out,
Six foot deep you can climb out,
I smoke dat weed till my mum out,

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

It seems to be cars and cash and and peds,
And manners on flame, keep them higher for 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 to be V and M and gold and Nike
We roll deep for the money; we want 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.