Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

WHO'S DAT, WHO'S DAT, DAT
The is flying,
OG, pimp hustler, gangster player, hardcore 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 yet, trend make a never set,
Inside outside, inside
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 rusko, come flip these,
So please write with these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
Don't Christine's or Brittany's,
us off; I'll take him with keys,
And this one for pickneys,
Old afro dry wineys,
Barclays. Halifax, and these,
Headless gunshots, you these,
Trick these, CID 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 higher for them fame,
It seems to be 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 and Nike
We roll deep for the money; we don't want to take cash,
It seems to be and war and hate and life,
Harsh life, 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 at Scotland Yard
Retard gets kick real hard
Live get threat to your birthday
Oh my days what is he
Dizzee don't
Dizzee don't might
World wide web, dot eat end,
don't com jack your girlfriend,
Co dot uk and last
Deaf kick back dot holler
frasier lyrical tank,
Dizzee come fresh going on

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 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 want to take 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 want to test hurry up it on,
Wanna take me for a mo no wrong,
Hit them a ge con do,like key do blow,
Leave hole in your moskeno clothes,
Hot like weathery grow, gonna come through the

Back, front, inside, out,
run a flow to make a boy wile 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 not doggy styling
In a dark park, the dark in being

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 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 don't want to take cash,
It seems to be and war and hate and life,
Harsh life, hustle life, fog life, life,

I the feeling that you love me.