Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

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

And you this MAN

It's the return of Rascal,
Dem boy na ready yet, trend make a set,
outside, inside outside
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 don't write these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
like Christine's or Brittany's,
Allow us off; I'll him with 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 get chop like trees,
a boy rascal, to a boy miseries,

It seems to be cars and cash and and peds,
And manners on flame, keep them higher for 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 gold and
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,

So far clean,
Take his trace, to aunt Maureen,
Get live, get get seen,
Dizzy run tings ,
vigilant, keep on grant,
We chuck grenades at Yard
gets kick hard real hard
Live get threat to your birthday
Oh my days what is he
don't come
Dizzee don't might
World wide web, dot eat end,
Dizzee com jack your girlfriend,
Co dot uk and collar
Deaf kick back dot holler
Frank frasier tank,
Dizzee come fresh on stank

It seems to be cars and and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, them higher 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 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,
life, hustle life, fog life, street life,

Ding its on,
Fake mcs to sing my song,
You to test hurry up bring it on,
Wanna take me for a mo no wrong,
Hit with a ge con do,like key do blow,
Leave bullet hole in moskeno clothes,
Hot weathery grow, gonna come through the hole

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

Front, back, outside, in
Bear folk kids sipping on
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 bling and 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 to take your cash,
It seems to be love and war and and life,
Harsh life, life, fog life, street life,

I the feeling that you love me.