Luyện nghe bài hát Knock, Knock

Knock, knock whos there?
who? Ras
And I kick ass, a MC fast
Knock, whos there? Bad
Bad Boy
Im here to annoy, away your joy

Knock, knock whos there?
Jack You
You're not with crew, what you gunna do
Knock, knock there? Big
Big Gun
Point me to the sun, watch fassy run

Im Ras nightmare from the big E A S T
Im exactly what your parent want to see on your TV
I nicely, precisely intimadate that I choose
Refuse to to lose, express unlimited contriversial

Your average boy or on the street might be familiar with my beat
And, or familiar with my sound, Im formerly from the
And it's clear, for a year, Ive been turing up the
Made you get up and out of your
Shake your fists and shuffle feet

And now Im here, let's another thing clear
They bun me up enough Im still here
So was the perpose of your little charade
little charade was whack
Just about me, you should of merked me
I was on a rampage now Im

Five wounds, couple scratches, bruises and some pains
Four half-hearted fassies, four poor is no
Did it two weeks before my came out helped me sell double
But let's not dwell on that, the least of your troubles

Knock, knock whos Dizzee
who? Ras
And I kick ass, a MC fast
Knock, knock whos Bad
Bad Boy
Im here to annoy, away your joy

Knock, knock whos Jack
Jack You
You're not with your crew, you gunna do
Knock, whos there? Big
Big Gun
Point me to the sun, watch fassy run

Eh, yo
The part I play, the I'm in
You expect for me me to say
I prefer the day to nights where I gotta turn up and ya
Rip-off, dusty, sweaty, clotter
the audience, all screw faced, and promoters dont want to pay

And half of the boys in the wanna blast me
And half of the girls wanna show how little care
By standing right there at the tryin' to look right past me
It depressing thinking 'bout it even more
Knowing that Im gonna face the usual hassle at the

as well as lippy hags, I hate cocky bouncers
I aint here to rave Im to get paid, look
You search me up rough im any common crook
My names on the flyer man, forget the guest

Abusing authority you look like a fool
You standard, underdog, you know your own tool
I ain't wearin' certain shoes so you think I look right
That's cushdy mate, Im gettin' paid more than you

Knock, knock there? Dizzee
who? Ras
And I kick ass, a MC fast
Knock, knock there? Bad
Bad Boy
Im here to annoy, take your joy

Knock, whos there? Jack
Jack You
You're not with your crew, what you do
Knock, knock there? Big
Big Gun
Point me to the sun, watch your run