Luyện nghe bài hát Knock, Knock

I'm the out scene kicker with no parental sticker
y'all that wise words is much slicker
Under label advances
Ample opportunity, infinite

The rhyme, the unrelated beef, I don't
I seen many killed for
Ya, raps need a clips that with lies
ya shot up those innocently wise

In extra long verses bars the lim'
The percentage of the in the rhyme is one tenth
A solid mass of minerals, easily down
Hard MC's ya nothin' but compound

Sparked by the endless of CEO's
In the videos those questionable flows
Take it twenty-six, cut it down to four bars, make it a
If it's not I'm to send a book

Knock, knock, who the fuck is at my door?
Is it abstract or hardcore?
Better who the fuck they lookin' for
'Cuz don't want more

Yo knock, knock, who the fuck is at my door?
Is it abstract commercial or
Better know who the fuck they for
They don't want

The of the crop, we run circles that remain symmetrical
With lightnin' that's highly electrical
My microphone is just too hot to
Plus, I don't fill ya with the Pennister's scandal

I gift the sawed-off, the DeeJay pump it
March to the sounds of trumpet
Great things satisfied great
You want me to paint scenes describe it in eight

Check it, breakthrough, incomprehensible
Rap make you, convinced it's invincible
Lease up my words, powerful
The most dedicated the data

info tempo is gatherin' momentum
A thousand rounds of ammo one of them was
science to, vocals we flyin' through
Victorious always I am who?

Knock, knock, who the fuck is bangin' at my
Is it abstract or hardcore?
know who the fuck they lookin' for
'Cuz they want more

Yo knock, knock, who the fuck is bangin' at my
Is it abstract or hardcore?
know who the fuck they lookin' for
They don't more

I wrote this rhyme a Sharpie, you see this dark key
Ignition's for those with keys, who wanna me up?
where nature and nightmare come merge
Put ya hole in so much ya gotta splurge

On these snakes the things that, poke through your denim
ya move it accelerates the action of the venom
But the purity and sacrifice gettin' stung
those who know dikes to cars that deep right

'Cuz travelers are light years beyond
The Clan had a bomb that made the world
Considering my own future, I'm to
Damaging MC's then with producers

Whose main makin' from two tracks of serial
Hold, that playin' weak ass material
We all peak at a singular point in
Till you see the sign,

Knock, knock, who the fuck is at my door?
Is it abstract commercial or
Better who the fuck they lookin' for
'Cuz they don't more

Yo knock, knock, who the fuck is bangin' at my
Is it commercial or hardcore?
Better who the fuck they lookin' for
They don't want