Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

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

And you this MAN

It's the of Dizzee Rascal,
Dem boy na ready yet, trend a never 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 don't write with these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
Don't like or Brittany's,
Allow us I'll take 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,
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 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 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 your Maureen,
Get live, get get seen,
Dizzy run , like
vigilant, keep on grant,
We grenades at Scotland Yard
Retard gets kick real hard
Live get threat to your birthday
Oh my days what is he
Dizzee come
Dizzee don't might
wide web, dot slash eat end,
Dizzee com jack your girlfriend,
Co dot uk and collar
kick back slash dot holler
Frank frasier tank,
come fresh going on stank

It seems to be and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, them higher 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 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 and war and hate and life,
Harsh life, life, fog life, street life,

Ding its on,
Fake mcs to sing my song,
You to test hurry up bring it on,
take me for a mo no that's wrong,
Hit them a ge con do,like key do blow,
Leave hole in your moskeno clothes,
Hot like weathery grow, gonna through 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 my mum finds out,

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

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 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 want 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.