Luyện nghe bài hát Knock, Knock

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

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

Im Dizzee Ras nightmare 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 girl on the street might be with my beat
And, or familiar with my sound, Im formerly from the
And it's clear, for a year, Ive been up the heat
Made you get up and out of your
your fists and shuffle your feet

And now Im here, let's make another clear
didnt bun me up enough Im still here
So what was the of your little charade
Your little was whack
Just about hurt me, you of merked me
I was on a rampage now Im

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

Knock, knock there? Dizzee
Dizzee Ras
And I kick ass, kill a MC
Knock, knock whos Bad
Bad Boy
Im here to annoy, take away joy

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

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

And of the boys in the croud wanna blast me
And half of the girls wanna how little they care
By standing right there at the front tryin' to look right me
It gets depressing 'bout it even more
Knowing Im gonna face the usual hassle at the door

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

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

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

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