Luyện nghe bài hát Knock, Knock

I'm the out scene slang kicker no parental sticker
Risin' y'all that words is much slicker
Under label advances
opportunity, infinite chances

The rhyme, the beef, I don't stress
I seen killed for inifinte-e-less
Ya, raps need a clips packed with lies
Cowardlessly ya up those innocently wise

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

Sparked by the greed of CEO's
In the videos with those 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 abstract or hardcore?
Better who the fuck they lookin' for
'Cuz they don't more

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

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

I gift wrap the sawed-off, the pump it
March to the sounds of Armstrong's
things satisfied great minds
You me to paint scenes describe it in eight lines

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

This tempo is gatherin' momentum
A thousand rounds of ammo one of them was
Applied to, vocals we flyin' through
Victorious always because I am

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

I wrote rhyme with 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 ya gotta splurge

On these snakes with the things that, poke through denim
When ya move it accelerates the action of the
But the purity and sacrifice stung twice
From who know dikes to cars that deep right

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

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

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