Luyện nghe bài hát Knock, Knock

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

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

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

average boy or girl on the street might be familiar with my beat
And, or familiar my sound, Im formerly from the underground
And it's clear, for a year, Ive 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 didnt bun me up enough Im still
So what was the perpose of your charade
Your charade was whack
Just about hurt me, you should of me
I was on a rampage now Im

stab wounds, couple scratches, bruises and some pains
Four half-hearted fassies, four poor is no
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 there? Dizzee
who? Ras
And I kick ass, 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 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 expect for me me to say
I prefer the day to nights where I turn up and play ya
Rip-off, dusty, sweaty, clotter
the audience, all screw faced, and promoters dont want to pay

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

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

Abusing your authority you look like a
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, whos there? Dizzee
Dizzee Ras
And I ass, kill a MC fast
Knock, knock there? Bad
Bad Boy
Im to annoy, take away your joy

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