Luyện nghe bài hát Knock, Knock

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

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

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

Sparked by the endless greed of
In the videos with those questionable
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 is bangin' at my door?
Is it commercial or hardcore?
Better know who the fuck they for
they don't want more

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

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

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

it, conceptional breakthrough, incomprehensible
Rap that make you, convinced invincible
Lease up my words, powerful
The most research the data

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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