Luyện nghe bài hát Knock, Knock

I'm the out scene kicker with no parental sticker
Risin' y'all that words is much slicker
circumstances label advances
Ample opportunity, chances

The rhyme, the unrelated beef, I don't
I seen many for inifinte-e-less
Ya, raps a clips that packed with lies
ya shot up those innocently wise

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

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

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

Yo knock, knock, who the fuck is bangin' at my
Is it abstract or hardcore?
Better know who the fuck lookin' for
They want more

The of the crop, we run circles that remain symmetrical
With lightnin' victories that's electrical
My microphone is too hot to handle
Plus, I fill ya ears with the Pennister's scandal

I gift wrap the sawed-off, the DeeJay it
March to the of Armstrong's trumpet
Great things satisfied great
You want me to paint scenes describe it in lines

Check it, breakthrough, incomprehensible
Rap that you, convinced it's invincible
Lease up my words, hazardous
The most dedicated research the

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

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

Yo knock, knock, who the fuck is bangin' at my
Is it abstract commercial or
Better who the fuck they lookin' for
They want more

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

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

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

Whose main makin' cereal from two of serial
Hold, that song's playin' weak ass
We all peak at a singular in time
Till you see the sign,

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

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