Luyện nghe bài hát Knock, Knock

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

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

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

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

And now Im here, make another thing clear
They bun me up enough Im still here
So what was the perpose of your charade
Your little charade was
Just about hurt me, you should of me
I was on a rampage now Im

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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