Luyện nghe bài hát Heart

"You see, what you mistake for madness is just over acuteness of the
And now it to my ears a low, dull sound,
Such as a makes when wrapped in cotton,
I knew sound too. It was the beating of the old man's heart."

Man, I'm telling you some motherfuckers have no kind of heart, man.
Serious man , man, these motherfuckers man, these motherfuckers have no self respect.
Don't wanna pay no dues, just wanna drop a fucking LP tomorrow..
And then to top it off, these motherfuckers, they don't have no heart to music, you know what I mean?
Sound like little and shit..

If you respect yourself 5x]

Do
Now, it's started off basic,
Just small scale davilin confined to the basement
Never knew I'd grow to this full user
Never figured that I was a winner or a loser only did the due to fun
And only got with a crew it seemed natural to have one
Capture the in the form of the grip around the mic hold it
Right like a love hold it tight with plight my
Existence reinforces my position in this course that I'm sticking to my now
I can see it all laid out in my past while trying to catch what it's about in my breath
the toxins in, and I bet death's about to box me in, but before this bitch comes to get some,
I'mma do my job on m-i-c, and feed you a thick one

Slug (Repeat 3x)]
You can have all the in the world, doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya
I'm getting and I'm knowing better

Let a, pissed rapper step to captain and get up off your
Head kid, I'll smack Hugh Hefners
Now, I'm to put a (Slug) in
Show business and if everything goes right, I'm leaving no
I hold this the chest, so big it hardly fits it trips between a true fan of party
Shits to lace the track with substance for all the young guns that's really listening
At the functions so you can love it or it, fuck it or keep it, either way
I'll be trudging through the deep shit
I've done well over hundred cuts and gotten the feed of love
From some of the ones I've touched and thus, I'm not quitting never stop you gotta be kiddin' shit
on a mission is it possible the mics got my soul?
I'll make all say "Ho!" and Rhymesayers
Rock the show let 'em that it's more then a career goal
Cut that zero and let the hero in ear hole, yo!

[Chorus: (Repeat 3x)]
You can have all the heart in the world, doesn't I'm gonna respect ya
I'm getting and I'm knowing better

Let a, piss rapper to this captain get up off your head kid
I'll bitch smack Hugh Hefner emcees please excuse the "U's" and "P's" but I up on BDP, EPMD, Run-DMCs
I don't believe you should hold a mic and rolled up with a bus full of friend that alike
I'm having a hard trying to keep it simple just for the fuckers that don't seem to read between the ripples
all nipples and clits in this rap shit, catch a licking if you lay back passive bastard
It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all, art imitates life than of it it's wack y'all
You learn how to read the info the individual provides they probably won't dig me 'till I've died

Die.. 9x]
Dead, ha..