Luyện nghe bài hát My Enemy

* I'm on the run
It's me
It won't attackin me
I look I see hip-hop blasphemy
Im runnin down the street in the of the night
Ill never loose
I will fight
Why is it me
Why does it be
So hard to
Be an MC
hip hop
Just stop
Im so hard
But it just wont
I duck in the alley my breath count to ten
Open up the and there it is again
Starrin me in the eye
regenerating so I no it wont die
I throw the
Look the corner coast is clean
I take off
Looking a dope fiend
The commercial industry
Started
Im out of
breathin
Theres must be a way to end this
At least knock him out for the count at
I dash a record store tryin to avoid him
Some kids have tried but never destroyed him
I check the top 20 see what they got
There he is and he's got the number 1 spot
I jet, in sweat, drippin wet
Kickin faster then a turbo vett
Im hard
From this demon
But it doesn't come at
you
The malls commin up on my hand side
I figure
It be easy to
I my way in this mad crowded place
Everybody's shits with this demons face
I the mall
Leave the way
Cant take it longer I runnin all day
I to make it to the subway
But the daemons on me so I cant stay
Im runnin as as I can
I pause for a and pulled out my royal blue paint can
I taggin graffiti on the wall
As I keep bombing the starts to fall
like he cant take real hip hop
Looks like I found out what makes the demon
Keep till the wall it lit
And it
My tag BENEFIT
I ran out of paint I was gonna do him in
I betta run the getting up again
I exit the sub way to the streets
Off in the distance I hear some dope
I run towards the music I think im loose it
Im runnin so hard the my feet start
I see

I drop to the ground and start dancing
The demon slows
I pop into a
I do a windmill and the starts to fall
Looks like it take real hip hop
Looks like I found out what makes the drop
Imma breakin
Cept legs start
I gotta 'cause my body cant take it
I get up
Start runnin
The does the same guess this will never end
Still I hear the music I heard before
And if commin a hip hop record store
I make it to the side and see ruckus
got 2 turntables and 2 scratch pads
I behind the techniques and rip it indeed
I up the records till both of my hands bleed
Demon fell that commercial thug
But I had to scratchin there was too much blood
I went through 3 the daemon still thrillin
Now I cant all the blood that im spillin
The demon gets up on his feet
I grab in instrumental and put on a dope beat
I cant run any no energy
So I grab a and scream
Daemon battle me
I spittin out metaphors rite and left
I him that he needs to start bitin less
I told him he to come original
I told him hip hop this is critical
Started shaking couldn't take it any
Heart stopped beating and he fell to the
Looks like I found out what him drop
And was the end of commercial hip hop