Luyện nghe bài hát Knock, Knock

I'm the out scene slang with no parental sticker
Risin' y'all that wise words is much
Under circumstances label
Ample opportunity, infinite

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

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

Sparked by the endless of CEO's
In the videos with questionable 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 is bangin' at my door?
Is it abstract or hardcore?
Better know who the fuck they for
'Cuz they don't more

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

The cream of the crop, we run that remain symmetrical
With lightnin' victories that's electrical
My is just too hot to handle
Plus, I don't ya ears with 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 me to paint scenes describe it in eight lines

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

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

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

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

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

'Cuz rhyme travelers are years beyond
The had a bomb that made the world respond
my own future, I'm used to
Damaging MC's then pollyin' producers

Whose main makin' cereal two tracks of serial
Hold, that playin' weak ass material
We all at a singular 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
'Cuz they want more

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