Luyện nghe bài hát Knock, Knock

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

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

In extra long verses hundred bars the
The percentage of the truth in the rhyme is one
A solid mass of minerals, easily broke
Hard rock MC's ya but compound

Sparked by the endless of CEO's
In the videos with those flows
Take it twenty-six, cut it down to 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 abstract or hardcore?
Better know who the they lookin' for
'Cuz they don't want

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

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

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

Check it, breakthrough, incomprehensible
Rap that make you, it's invincible
up my words, powerful hazardous
The most research the data

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

Knock, knock, who the is bangin' at my door?
Is it abstract commercial or
Better who the fuck they lookin' for
'Cuz they 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 more

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

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

'Cuz rhyme travelers are light years
The Clan had a bomb made the world respond
Considering my own future, I'm to
Damaging then pollyin' with producers

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

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

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