Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

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

And you this MAN

It's the return of Rascal,
Dem boy na ready yet, trend a never set,
Inside outside, inside
dat, start dat, get dat
Yo, you know, going on going on stank,

Roll deep on these, put Mc's on deep freeze,
Hit these, wit and rip these,
Come rusko, come flip these,
So please don't write 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 afro dry wineys,
Barclays. Halifax, and these,
gunshots, you lick these,
Trick these, CID E,
mike mc's, drop like freeze,
Player haters get like trees,
a boy rascal, to a boy miseries,

It to be cars 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 to be V and M and gold and Nike
We roll deep for the money; we don't want to your cash,
It seems to be love and war and and life,
life, hustle life, fog life, street life,

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

It to be cars and cash 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 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 want to take your cash,
It seems to be and war and hate and life,
life, hustle life, fog life, street 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 them a ge con do,like key do blow,
Leave bullet hole in your clothes,
Hot weathery grow, gonna come 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
Bear folk kids on jing-sing
making not doggy styling
In a park, when the dark in being

It seems to be cars and and girls 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 to be V and M and gold and Nike
We roll deep for the money; we want to take your cash,
It to be love and war and hate and life,
life, hustle life, fog life, street life,

I have the feeling that you me.