Luyện nghe bài hát Knock, Knock

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

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

Im Dizzee Ras nightmare the big E A S T
Im exactly what your parent dont to see on your TV
I nicely, intimadate anyone that I choose
Refuse to to lose, unlimited contriversial views

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

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

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

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

Knock, whos there? Jack
who? You
You're not your crew, what you gunna do
Knock, knock whos 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 where I gotta turn up and play ya
Rip-off, dusty, sweaty, raised
Where the audience, all faced, and promoters dont want to pay

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

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

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

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

Knock, knock whos 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