Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

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

And you know MAN

the return of Dizzee Rascal,
Dem boy na ready yet, trend a never set,
Inside outside, outside
Stop dat, 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,
Come rusko, come flip these,
So please don't with these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
Don't Christine's or Brittany's,
Allow us off; I'll 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 chop trees,
a boy rascal, to a boy miseries,

It seems to be cars and and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, keep them 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 deep 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,

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

It seems to be cars and and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, them higher for them fame,
It seems to be phones and bling and 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 want to take your cash,
It to be love and war and hate and life,
Harsh life, life, fog life, street life,

Ding its on,
Fake mcs to sing my song,
You want to test hurry up it on,
Wanna me for a mo no that's wrong,
Hit them a ge con do,like key do blow,
Leave hole in your moskeno clothes,
Hot like grow, gonna come through the hole

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

Front, back, outside, in
Bear folk kids sipping on
Love not doggy styling
In a dark park, when the in being

It seems to be 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 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 to be love and war and hate and life,
Harsh life, life, fog life, street life,

I have the feeling you love me.