Luyện nghe bài hát Knock, Knock

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

Knock, knock whos there?
who? You
You're not with 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 your parent dont want to see on your TV
I nicely, precisely intimadate anyone I choose
Refuse to to lose, express contriversial views

Your average boy or girl on the street might be familiar 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 your and shuffle your feet

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

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

Knock, knock 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 your crew, what you gunna do
Knock, whos there? 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, raised
the audience, all screw faced, and promoters dont want to pay

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

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

Abusing your authority you look like a
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 whos Dizzee
who? Ras
And I ass, kill a MC fast
Knock, whos there? Bad
Bad Boy
Im here to annoy, take away joy

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