Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

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

And you know MAN

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

Roll deep on these, put these 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 Christine's or Brittany's,
Allow us off; take him with keys,
And one strictly for pickneys,
Old school dry wineys,
Barclays. Halifax, and these,
gunshots, you lick these,
these, CID with E,
Touch mc's, drop like freeze,
Player haters get chop trees,
a boy rascal, to a boy miseries,

It seems to be cars and and girls and peds,
And on flame, keep 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 deep for the money; we don't want to your cash,
It seems to be and war and hate and life,
life, hustle life, fog life, street life,

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

It seems to be cars and cash and and peds,
And manners on flame, them higher for them fame,
It seems to be and bling 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 and Nike

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,
mcs want to sing my song,
You want to hurry up bring it on,
Wanna take me for a mo no 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 a boy wile out,
Six deep you can never climb out,
I dat weed till my mum finds out,

Front, back, outside, in
Bear folk kids sipping on
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 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,

I have the feeling you love me.