Luyện nghe bài hát My Enemy

* I'm on the run
It's me
It stop attackin me
Everywhere I I see hip-hop blasphemy
Im runnin down the street in the of the night
Ill loose sight
I will fight
Why is it me
Why does it be
So to actually
Be an MC
hip hop
Just wont
Im so hard
But it just drop
I duck in the alley catch my count to ten
Open up the source and there it is
me rite in the eye
Keep regenerating so I no it die
I the magazine
Look around the coast is clean
I take off
Looking a dope fiend
The commercial industry
Started
Im out of
Barely
Theres must be a way to end madness
At least him out for the count at best
I dash into a record store tryin to him
Some other kids have but never destroyed him
I check the stores top 20 see what got
There he is again and he's got the 1 spot
I jet, in sweat, drippin wet
Kickin gear faster then a turbo
Im runnin
From this demon
But it doesn't come at
you
The malls commin up on my rite hand
I figure
It be easy to
I make my way in this mad place
Everybody's rockin shits with this face
I exit the
the back way
Cant take it longer I runnin all day
I to make it to the subway
But the gaining on me so I cant stay
Im runnin as as I can
I pause for a second and pulled out my royal paint can
I begin graffiti on the wall
As I bombing the demon starts to fall
Looks he cant take real hip hop
Looks like I out what makes the demon drop
Keep burning the wall it lit
And it
My tag reads
I ran out of paint I was gonna do him in
I betta run the demons up again
I exit the sub way to the streets
Off in the distance I some dope beats
I run the music I think im gonna loose it
Im runnin so hard the my feet start
I see

I drop to the ground and start dancing
The demon down
I pop a stall
I do a windmill and the demon to fall
Looks like it take real hip hop
Looks like I found out what the demon drop
keep breakin
Cept start shakin
I gotta stop my body cant take it
I get up
runnin again
The does the same guess this will never end
Still I hear the music that I before
And if commin from a hip hop record
I make it to the side and see adds
They got 2 and 2 scratch pads
I behind the techniques and rip it indeed
I tear up the records till both of my bleed
Demon fell that commercial thug
But I had to stop there was too much blood
I went through 3 elements the daemon thrillin
Now I cant all the blood that im spillin
The demon back up on his feet
I grab in record and put on a dope beat
I cant run any more no
So I grab a and scream
Daemon come me
I spittin out metaphors rite and left
I told him that he to start bitin less
I told him he needs to original
I told him that hip hop this is
Started couldn't take it any more
stopped beating and he fell to the floor
Looks like I found out made him drop
And was the end of commercial hip hop