Luyện nghe bài hát Knock, Knock

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

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

Im Ras nightmare from 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 contriversial views

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

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

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

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

Knock, knock whos there?
Jack You
You're not your crew, what you gunna do
Knock, knock there? Big
Big Gun
Point me to the sun, your 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 turn up and play ya
Rip-off, dusty, sweaty, clotter
Where the audience, all screw faced, and promoters want to pay

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

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

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

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

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