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 yet, trend make a never set,
outside, inside outside
Stop dat, dat, get dat
Yo, you know, on dirty going on stank,

deep on these, put these Mc's on deep freeze,
Hit these, wit and rip these,
Come like rusko, flip these,
So please write with these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
like Christine's or Brittany's,
Allow us I'll take him with keys,
And one strictly for pickneys,
Old afro 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 them higher for 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 to be V and M and gold and Nike
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,

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
gets kick hard real hard
Live get to your birthday card
Oh my days is he like
Dizzee come
Dizzee don't bust
World web, dot slash eat end,
Dizzee com jack your girlfriend,
Co dot uk and collar
Deaf kick slash dot holler
frasier lyrical tank,
Dizzee come fresh going on

It seems to be cars and cash and and peds,
And on flame, keep them higher 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 for the money; we don't want to take your cash,
It seems to be and war and hate and life,
Harsh life, hustle life, fog life, life,

Ding its on,
Fake mcs want to 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 bullet hole in moskeno clothes,
Hot like weathery grow, gonna come through the

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

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

It to be cars 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 make 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, life, fog life, street life,

I the feeling that you love me.