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 this MAN

the return of Dizzee Rascal,
Dem boy na ready yet, trend make a set,
Inside outside, inside
Stop dat, dat, get dat
Yo, you know, going on 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 write with these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
like Christine's or Brittany's,
Allow us off; I'll him with keys,
And this one for pickneys,
Old school dry wineys,
Barclays. Halifax, and these,
gunshots, you lick these,
Trick these, CID E,
Touch mc's, drop like freeze,
Player get chop like 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 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 for the money; 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,

So far clean,
Take his trace, to your Maureen,
Get live, get get seen,
Dizzy run , like
Keep vigilant, on grant,
We grenades at Scotland Yard
Retard gets kick real hard
Live get to your birthday card
Oh my days what is he
Dizzee come
Dizzee don't might
World web, dot slash eat end,
Dizzee don't com your girlfriend,
Co dot uk and collar
kick back slash dot holler
Frank lyrical tank,
Dizzee come fresh on stank

It seems to be cars and and girls and peds,
And on flame, keep them higher for them fame,
It seems to be phones and bling and and weed,
And player for them for the hour, and the boys will 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 hole in moskeno clothes,
Hot like weathery grow, come through the hole

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

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

It seems to be and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, them higher for them fame,
It to be phones 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 gold and
We roll for the money; we don't want to take your cash,
It to be love and war and hate and life,
Harsh life, life, fog life, street life,

I have the that you love me.