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 around 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 I will play
with sound put down for the rhymes I say
Beats flow Joe and never stop
Better get together let's rock, hit it Run

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

You, jump, watch your clock, while I your spot
I'm known to the world as the king of rock
I to speak my piece when I'm on the mic
I'm the best, or at least, I'm the one you
And when I serve you deserve to hear I say
I throw a 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, hip-hop
And it's headed for the top by the I pop
For every race place color country or creed
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 bust a or crush a grape
And if you got this tape you're in bad shape
Beats flow from Joe and stop
Better get yourself together, rock

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

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

Run, Run, Run, Run

I was straight the start performin' art
Climbin' up the chart others fall apart
The three outlaws in the trade
We rob but our job is to get paid
'Cause Run has fun if Jay play
As I add one more 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 mamma and 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