Luyện nghe bài hát Hit It Run

Born to rock around the
You say I'm not
And in you forgot
I'm the of rock!

I'm the mic controller DMC
And can't nobody mess with me
I'm the king of rock, rap, and a
I deal what I feel and it feels
If the girl's play the chase then I play
with sound put down for the rhymes I say
Beats from Joe and never stop
get yourself together let's rock, hit it Run

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run
Run, Run

You, jump, watch your clock, while I rock your
I'm better to the world as the king of rock
I like to speak my piece I'm on the mic
I'm the best, or at least, I'm the one you
And when I you deserve to hear what I say
I throw a curve he got the nerve to a triple play
Now how can an MC be?
My name is Darryl, but you can me D, hit it Run

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run

It's called, gangsta hard rock, non-stop
And headed for the top by the rhymes I pop
For race place color country county or creed
And all of the places I MCed
B-Boy badness to the highest
And it be a boy unless you be D
You can't bust a or crush a grape
And if you got this tape you're in bad shape
Beats from Joe and never stop
Better get together, let's rock

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run
Run, Run, Run

Do you really believe going on?
I was conceived and I was
I was lost but now I'm found
Tell your I'm boss I run this town
I all suckers in the dust
Those dumb motherfuckers can't mess us
Beats from Joe and never stop
Better get together, let's rock, hit it run

Run, Run, Run, Run

I was straight the start performin' art
up the chart while others fall apart
The three in the music trade
We rob but our job is to get paid
'Cause Run has fun if Jay will
As I add one rhyme to say
Now how can an MC be?
My is Darryl, but you can call me d, hit it Run

Run, Run, Run, Run

I was
Son of Byford, of Al
Bad as my and run's my pal
McDaniels, not McDonald's
These rhymes are Darryl's, the are Ronald's
I ran down my family
My mother, my father, my and D
Run, DMC. and jam Jay