Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

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

And you know MAN

It's the return of Rascal,
Dem boy na ready yet, trend a never set,
Inside outside, inside
dat, start 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, come these,
So please don't write these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
like 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,
Touch mc's, drop like freeze,
haters get chop like trees,
a boy rascal, to a boy miseries,

It seems to be and cash and girls and peds,
And on flame, keep 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 love and war and and life,
Harsh life, hustle life, fog life, life,

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

It seems to be and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, keep them higher for 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 take cash,
It seems to be and war and hate and life,
Harsh life, life, fog life, street life,

dong its on,
Fake mcs to sing my song,
You want to hurry up bring it on,
Wanna me for a mo no that's 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 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
Bear folk kids on jing-sing
Love making not doggy
In a dark park, when the dark in

It seems to be cars and cash and and peds,
And manners on flame, keep them 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 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,
Harsh life, life, fog life, street life,

I the feeling that you love me.