Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

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

And you this MAN

the return of Dizzee Rascal,
Dem boy na ready yet, trend make a set,
Inside outside, inside
dat, start dat, get dat
Yo, you know, going on going on stank,

Roll deep on these, put these Mc's on freeze,
Hit these, wit and rip these,
like rusko, come flip these,
So don't write with 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,
Trick these, CID E,
Touch mike mc's, like freeze,
Player haters get chop trees,
a boy rascal, to a boy miseries,

It to be cars and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, them higher for them fame,
It seems to be phones and and raves and weed,
And player for them for the hour, and the boys will 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,
Harsh life, life, fog life, street life,

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

It to be cars and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, keep them for them fame,
It to be phones and bling and raves 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 want to take cash,
It seems to be love and war and and life,
Harsh life, hustle life, fog life, 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 hole in your moskeno clothes,
Hot weathery grow, gonna come through the hole

Back, front, inside, out,
Dizzee run a flow to make a boy out,
Six deep you can never climb 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 and girls 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 boys will you bleed,
It seems to be V and M and and Nike
We roll deep for the we don't want to take your cash,
It seems to be and war and hate and life,
Harsh life, life, fog life, street life,

I have the feeling you love me.