Luyện nghe bài hát Knock, Knock

I'm the out scene slang kicker with no sticker
Risin' that wise words is much slicker
Under circumstances label
opportunity, infinite chances

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

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

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

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

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

The cream of the crop, we run that remain symmetrical
With victories that's highly electrical
My is just too hot to handle
Plus, I don't 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 minds
You want me to paint scenes it in eight lines

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

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

Knock, knock, who the fuck is at my door?
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 commercial or hardcore?
Better know who the fuck they for
They don't more

I wrote this with a Sharpie, you see this dark key
Ignition's for with keys, who wanna start me up?
where 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 it accelerates the action of the venom
But the purity and sacrifice gettin' stung
From those who know dikes to cars that right

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

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

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