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 and completely on his dick!

And you know MAN

It's the return of Rascal,
Dem boy na ready yet, trend a never set,
Inside outside, outside
Stop dat, dat, get dat
Yo, you know, going on dirty on stank,

Roll deep on these, put Mc's on deep freeze,
Hit these, wit and rip these,
like rusko, come flip these,
So please don't with these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
like Christine's or Brittany's,
Allow us off; take him with keys,
And this one for pickneys,
Old school dry wineys,
Barclays. Halifax, and these,
Headless gunshots, you these,
these, CID with E,
Touch mike mc's, like 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 higher for them fame,
It seems to be phones and 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 and Nike
We roll deep for the money; we want to take your 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,
run tings , like
Keep vigilant, on grant,
We chuck grenades at Scotland
Retard kick hard real hard
Live get to your birthday card
Oh my days what is he
don't come
Dizzee don't might
World wide web, dot eat end,
Dizzee don't com jack girlfriend,
Co dot uk and last
Deaf back slash dot holler
Frank frasier tank,
come fresh going on stank

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 bling and and weed,
And player for them for the hour, and the boys will you bleed,
It to be V and M and gold 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, hustle life, fog life, life,

Ding 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,
bullet hole in your moskeno clothes,
Hot like weathery grow, gonna 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 till my mum finds out,

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

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 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 take cash,
It seems to be and war and hate and life,
Harsh life, hustle life, fog life, life,

I have the that you love me.