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 to actually
Be an MC
hip hop
Just stop
Im runnin so
But it just drop
I in the alley catch my breath count to ten
up the source and there it is again
Starrin me in the eye
Keep regenerating so I no it die
I throw the
Look around the corner is clean
I off running
Looking like a fiend
The commercial industry
screamin
Im out of
breathin
Theres be a way to end this madness
At least him out for the count at best
I into a record store tryin to avoid him
Some other kids have tried but destroyed him
I check the stores top 20 see they got
There he is again and he's got the 1 spot
I jet, covered in sweat, wet
Kickin gear then a turbo vett
Im runnin
this demon disease
But it doesn't come at
you
The malls up on my rite hand side
I inside
It be easy to
I make my way in this mad crowded
Everybody's rockin shits this demons face
I the mall
Leave the way
take it longer I been runnin all day
I managed to it to the subway
But the daemons gaining on me so I cant
Im as fast as I can
I pause for a second and out my royal blue paint can
I begin taggin on the wall
As I keep the demon starts to fall
Looks like he cant take hip hop
like I found out what makes the demon drop
Keep burning the wall it lit
And it
My tag BENEFIT
I ran out of paint just I was do him in
I betta run the getting up again
I exit the sub way back to the
Off in the I hear some dope beats
I run towards the music I im gonna loose it
Im runnin so hard the my feet bruising
I see

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