Luyện nghe bài hát Knock, Knock

Knock, knock whos Dizzee
who? Ras
And I kick ass, kill a MC
Knock, knock there? Bad
Bad Boy
Im to annoy, take away your joy

Knock, knock whos Jack
Jack You
You're not with your crew, you gunna do
Knock, whos there? Big
Big Gun
Point me to the sun, your fassy run

Im Ras nightmare from the big E A S T
Im exactly your parent dont want to see on your TV
I nicely, precisely intimadate anyone I choose
Refuse to to lose, unlimited contriversial views

Your average boy or girl on the street might be with my beat
And, or familiar my sound, Im formerly from the underground
And it's clear, for a year, Ive turing up the heat
you get up and out of your seat
Shake fists and shuffle your feet

And now Im here, let's another thing clear
They didnt bun me up Im still here
So what was the of your little charade
Your little was whack
Just about hurt me, you of merked me
I was on a now Im back

Five stab wounds, couple scratches, bruises and pains
Four half-hearted fassies, four is no brains
Did it two weeks before my album came out helped me double
But let's not dwell on that, the least of your troubles

Knock, knock there? Dizzee
who? Ras
And I kick ass, kill a MC
Knock, knock whos Bad
Bad Boy
Im here to annoy, take away joy

Knock, knock there? Jack
who? You
You're not your crew, what you gunna do
Knock, knock there? Big
Big Gun
Point me to the sun, watch fassy run

Eh, yo
The I play, the position I'm in
You wouldnt for me me to say
I the day to nights where I gotta turn up and play ya
Rip-off, dusty, sweaty, raised
Where the audience, all screw faced, and promoters want to pay

And half of the boys in the croud wanna me
And half of the girls wanna how little they care
By standing right there at the front tryin' to look right me
It gets depressing 'bout it even more
Knowing Im gonna face the usual hassle at the door

Because as well as lippy hags, I cocky bouncers
I aint here to rave Im here to get paid,
You me up rough like im any common crook
My names on the flyer man, forget the book

Abusing your you look like a fool
You faulty standard, underdog, you know your own
I ain't wearin' shoes so you dont think I look right
That's cushdy mate, Im gettin' paid than you tonight

Knock, knock there? Dizzee
who? Ras
And I kick ass, a MC fast
Knock, whos there? Bad
Bad Boy
Im to annoy, take away your joy

Knock, knock there? Jack
Jack You
not with your crew, what you gunna do
Knock, knock whos Big
Big Gun
Point me to the sun, watch your run