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 nobody mess around with me
I'm the of rock, rap, and a rhyme
I deal what I and it feels fine
If the girl's the chase then I will play
Around with put down for the rhymes I say
flow from Joe and never stop
Better get yourself together rock, hit it Run

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

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

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run

called, gangsta hard rock, non-stop hip-hop
And it's headed for the top by the I pop
For every race place color country county or
And all of the places I MCed
B-Boy to the highest degree
And it be a boy unless you be D
You can't a cherry or crush a grape
And if you ain't got this you're in bad shape
Beats flow from Joe and stop
Better get yourself together, let's

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

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

Run, Run, Run, Run

I was straight from the performin' art
Climbin' up the chart others fall apart
The three outlaws in the music
We rob but our job is to get paid
Run has fun if Jay will play
As I add one more to say
Now how can an MC be?
My name is Darryl, but you can 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 are Darryl's, the burgers are Ronald's
I ran down my family
My mother, my father, my and D
Run, DMC. and jam Jay