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 to annoy, take away your joy

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

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

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
your fists and shuffle your feet

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

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

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

Knock, knock whos there?
who? You
You're not with your crew, what you do
Knock, whos there? Big
Big Gun
Point me to the sun, watch your 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
Where the audience, all screw faced, and dont want to pay

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

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

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

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

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