Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

WHO'S DAT, WHO'S DAT, DAT
The is flying,
OG, pimp hustler, gangster player, 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 yet, trend make a never set,
Inside outside, inside
dat, start dat, get dat
Yo, you know, on dirty going on stank,

Roll on these, put these Mc's on deep freeze,
Hit these, wit and rip these,
like rusko, come flip these,
So don't write with these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
Don't like or Brittany's,
Allow us 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 mike mc's, drop freeze,
Player haters get chop trees,
a boy rascal, to a boy miseries,

It seems to be and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, keep them for them fame,
It seems to be phones and bling and and weed,
And player for for the hour, and the boys 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 love and war and and life,
Harsh life, life, fog life, street life,

So far clean,
Take his trace, to your Maureen,
Get live, get get seen,
Dizzy run , like
Keep vigilant, on grant,
We chuck grenades at Scotland
Retard gets kick hard real
Live get threat to your birthday
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 dot holler
Frank lyrical tank,
Dizzee come going on stank

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

We roll for the money; 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,

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 with a ge con do,like key do blow,
Leave bullet hole in your clothes,
Hot like weathery grow, come through the hole

Back, front, inside, out,
Dizzee run a flow to a boy wile out,
Six foot deep you can climb out,
I smoke dat weed till my mum out,

Front, back, outside, in
folk kids sipping on jing-sing
Love making not styling
In a dark park, when the dark in

It seems to be and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, keep them higher for fame,
It to be phones and bling and raves and weed,
And player for them for the hour, and the boys make you bleed,
It to be V and M and gold and Nike
We roll for the money; we don't want to take your cash,
It seems to be and war and hate and life,
life, hustle life, fog life, street life,

I have the feeling you love me.