Luyện nghe bài hát Hit It Run

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

I'm the devestating mic DMC
And can't nobody mess with me
I'm the king of rock, rap, and a
I what I feel and it feels fine
If the girl's play the chase then I will
Around 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 clock, while I rock your spot
I'm known to the world as the king 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 when I serve you 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

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

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

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

Run, Run, Run, Run

I was straight from the performin' art
Climbin' up the chart while fall apart
The three outlaws in the trade
We won't rob but our job is to get
'Cause Run has fun if Jay 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 rhymes are Darryl's, the burgers are
I ran my family tree
My mother, my father, my and D
Run, DMC. and jam Jay