Luyện nghe bài hát Knock, Knock

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

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

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

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

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 sell
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, whos there? Bad
Bad Boy
Im here to annoy, take your 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 your run

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

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

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

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

Knock, knock there? Dizzee
who? Ras
And I kick ass, 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 crew, what you gunna do
Knock, knock whos Big
Big Gun
Point me to the sun, watch fassy run