Luyện nghe bài hát Knock, Knock

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

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

Im Dizzee Ras nightmare 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, unlimited contriversial views

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

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

Five stab wounds, couple scratches, and some pains
Four half-hearted fassies, poor 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 least of troubles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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