Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

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

And you know MAN

It's the return of Rascal,
Dem boy na ready yet, make a never set,
Inside outside, inside
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,
Come like rusko, 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 this one for pickneys,
Old afro dry wineys,
Barclays. Halifax, and these,
gunshots, you lick these,
Trick these, CID E,
Touch mike mc's, drop freeze,
haters get chop like trees,
a boy rascal, to a boy miseries,

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 money; we don't 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 aunt Maureen,
Get live, get get seen,
Dizzy run tings ,
Keep vigilant, on grant,
We chuck at Scotland Yard
Retard gets kick real hard
Live get threat to your card
Oh my what is he like
Dizzee don't
Dizzee don't might
wide web, dot slash eat end,
Dizzee don't com your girlfriend,
Co dot uk and collar
Deaf kick back dot holler
Frank lyrical tank,
Dizzee come fresh on stank

It seems to be cars and and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, them higher for them 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 seems to be V and M and gold and

We roll for the money; we don't want to take your cash,
It to be love 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 test hurry up 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 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 never out,
I smoke dat till my mum finds out,

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

It seems to be cars and cash and and peds,
And manners on flame, them higher for them fame,
It to be phones and bling 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 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,

I have the feeling that you me.