Luyện nghe bài hát Knock, Knock

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

Knock, knock whos there?
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

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

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

And now Im here, let's make another thing
didnt bun me up enough Im still here
So what was the perpose of your little
little charade 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, it's the of your troubles

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

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

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

And half of the in the croud wanna blast me
And half of the girls wanna show how they care
By standing right there at the front tryin' to look past me
It depressing thinking 'bout it even more
Knowing that Im gonna face the usual at the door

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

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

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

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