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 and completely on his dick!

And you know MAN

the return of Dizzee Rascal,
Dem boy na yet, trend make a never set,
Inside outside, outside
Stop dat, dat, get dat
Yo, you know, going on dirty on stank,

deep on these, put these Mc's on deep freeze,
Hit these, wit and rip these,
Come like rusko, flip these,
So don't write with these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
like Christine's or Brittany's,
Allow us I'll take him with keys,
And one strictly 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 haters get like trees,
a boy rascal, to a boy miseries,

It seems to be cars and 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 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,

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

It seems to be and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, keep 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 deep for the we don't want to take your cash,
It seems to be love and war and and life,
life, hustle life, fog life, street life,

Ding its on,
Fake mcs want to my song,
You want to test hurry up 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 moskeno clothes,
Hot like weathery grow, gonna come through the

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

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

It seems to be cars and cash and and peds,
And manners on flame, keep higher for them fame,
It seems to be phones and bling and 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 deep for the money; we don't want to take cash,
It seems to be and war and hate and life,
life, hustle life, fog life, street life,

I the feeling that you love me.