Luyện nghe bài hát Hit It Run

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

I'm the devestating mic DMC
And can't nobody mess around me
I'm the of rock, rap, and a rhyme
I what I feel and it feels fine
If the play the chase then I will play
with sound put down for the rhymes I say
Beats flow from Joe and stop
Better get yourself 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 known to the world as the of rock
I like to speak my 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 a curve he got the nerve to make a triple 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

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

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

Do you really believe going on?
I was conceived and I was
I once was lost but now I'm
Tell your bunch I'm boss I run this
I leave all in the dust
Those motherfuckers can't mess with us
Beats flow from Joe and never
get yourself together, let's rock, hit it run

Run, Run, Run, Run

I was straight from the start art
Climbin' up the chart while others fall
The outlaws in the music trade
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
It's McDaniels, not
These are Darryl's, the burgers are Ronald's
I ran my family tree
My mother, my father, my and D
Run, DMC. and jam Jay