Luyện nghe bài hát Knock, Knock

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

The rhyme, the unrelated beef, I stress
I seen killed for inifinte-e-less
Ya, raps need a clips that packed with
Cowardlessly ya shot up those innocently

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

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

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

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

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

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

it, conceptional breakthrough, incomprehensible
Rap that make you, convinced invincible
up my words, powerful hazardous
The most 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 I am who?

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

Yo 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

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

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

'Cuz rhyme travelers are 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 makin' cereal from two tracks of serial
Hold, song's playin' weak ass material
We all peak at a singular in time
you see the sign, decide

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

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