Luyện nghe bài hát My Enemy

* I'm on the run
It's me
It won't stop me
Everywhere I look I see hip-hop
Im runnin down the street in the of the night
Ill never loose
I will fight
Why is it me
Why it haffta be
So to actually
Be an MC
hip hop
Just wont
Im runnin so
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 the magazine
Look around the corner coast is
I off running
Looking like a dope
The industry demond
Started
Im out of
breathin
Theres must be a way to end madness
At least knock him out for the at best
I dash into a store tryin to avoid him
Some other kids have but never destroyed him
I check the top 20 see what they got
There he is again and he's got the number 1
I jet, in sweat, drippin wet
Kickin gear faster a turbo vett
Im runnin
From this demon
But it doesn't at ease
you
The malls commin up on my rite hand
I figure
It be to hide
I my way in this mad crowded place
Everybody's rockin shits this demons face
I exit the
Leave the way
Cant take it longer I been 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 blue paint can
I begin taggin on the wall
As I bombing the demon starts to fall
Looks like he take real hip hop
Looks like I out what makes the demon drop
Keep burning till the it lit
And it
My tag reads
I ran out of paint just I was do him in
I betta run the demons up again
I the sub way back to the streets
Off in the distance I hear 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 break dancing
The demon down
I pop into a
I do a windmill and the demon to fall
Looks like it cant real hip hop
like I found out what makes the demon drop
Imma breakin
legs start shakin
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 that I before
And if commin from a hip hop record
I make it to the side and see adds
They got 2 turntables and 2 scratch
I behind the techniques and rip it indeed
I tear up the records till both of my hands
Demon fell that commercial thug
But I had to scratchin there was too much blood
I through 3 elements the daemon still thrillin
Now I cant all the blood that im spillin
The gets back up on his feet
I grab in instrumental record and put on a dope
I cant run any more no
So I grab a mike and
Daemon battle 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 him that hip hop this is critical
Started shaking couldn't it any more
Heart beating and he fell to the floor
like I found out what made him drop
And was the end of commercial hip hop