Luyện nghe bài hát Seems 2 Be

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

And you this MAN

It's the of Dizzee 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 rusko, come flip these,
So please write with these,
Fearless, angry, MC's,
Don't like or Brittany's,
Allow us I'll take him with keys,
And one strictly for pickneys,
Old school dry wineys,
Barclays. Halifax, and these,
Headless gunshots, you these,
Trick these, CID E,
Touch mike mc's, like freeze,
Player get chop like 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 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 we don't want to take your cash,
It to be love and war and hate and life,
life, hustle life, fog life, street life,

So far clean,
Take his trace, to aunt Maureen,
Get live, get get seen,
run tings , like
Keep vigilant, on grant,
We chuck grenades at Scotland
Retard gets hard real hard
Live get threat to your card
Oh my days is he like
Dizzee come
Dizzee bust might
World wide web, dot eat end,
Dizzee don't com jack girlfriend,
Co dot uk and collar
Deaf back slash dot holler
frasier lyrical tank,
Dizzee come 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 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 we don't want to take your cash,
It seems to be love and war and and life,
Harsh life, hustle life, fog life, life,

dong its on,
Fake mcs want to my song,
You want to test hurry up it on,
take me for a mo no that's wrong,
Hit them a ge con do,like key do blow,
Leave hole in your moskeno clothes,
Hot like weathery grow, gonna come the hole

Back, front, inside, out,
Dizzee run a flow to a boy wile out,
Six foot deep you can never 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 in being

It to be cars and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, them higher 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 deep 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,

I have the feeling that you me.