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 nobody mess around with me
I'm the king of rock, rap, and a
I deal what I and it feels fine
If the girl's play the chase I will play
Around with put down for the rhymes I say
Beats flow from Joe and stop
get yourself together let's rock, hit it Run

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

You, jump, your clock, while I rock your 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 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

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

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

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

Run, Run, Run, Run

I was straight from the start art
Climbin' up the chart others fall apart
The three in the music trade
We won't rob but our job is to get
Run has fun if Jay will 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 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