Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

Alright everybody back from the ropes
If you don't move
We're gonna turn this off
And that's my word, move

Word is let's get this shit goin'
Word up, it's the Funk Doc in the
Say yeah, hell yeah
Say fuck yeah, yeah

Word up, it's the Funk Doc Spock you don't
my man KRS you don't stop
It's the girl you don't stop
the hah haha ha haha hah

It's the Butter Pecan speakin' deletin'
radio jocks that think they competin'
They pre-sweetened like candy, I'm hot like
Big up to Sandy but my name is

Martinez, what a true microphone is
Steppin' up with my, Adidas
Through speakers, representin'
Boriquas and all hip-hop rhyme

You may think I'm crazy right but I'm hype
this nice y'all, everytime Angie grab the mic
I it right tonight, not the hardest
But peep the style of this Puerto Goddess

Aiyyo yo yo yo, the music
Aiyyo back up off the ropes, man, up
Yo get from the off the
Now yo yo, KRS-One, come again the selector

It's been a long but we made it, you waited
You gettin' 'cause these MC's in trainin'
Skills on the mic for a save it
Pullin' rap so that others can't make it

They can't fake it in front of KRS naked
same old MC trend I'm here to break it
The highly conceptional
Hot in ninety-seven so I guess I'm

Rap relieve stress so yes I guess it's
All your wreckin' and is still theoretical
Redman, you know you understand
Redman, you know you to understand

Angie, rockin' the one BDP
right now at Hit Factory

One two hah and you quit
It's Kris and Angie with the
One two hah and you don't
It's Funk Doc smoke weed and don't crack

Hahaha, hah and you quit
Hoohahhahah and you quit
I rock jams like, with mics
Stage two boomin' system and flood the

The lyrical, fo'-fo's lettin' off suppose
Reggie Reg is on the radio
Hahh, huh, the ooh-child too
Caps peeled, Someone In My Bed Dru Hill

'em up 'cause I feel my spot can't be touched
No for the Pauline jack, hit the clutch
what? It's the high exalted
Ruler of the Buddha, the cash make my

Stick out a tumor, for the consumers
I get busy La Pluma, detonate the bomb
To you hibernate sooner, certified lunatic
My click run than Charlie Tuna

Kahunas, raw for the key movers
All over the hood like them Crooked I
Bang maneuvers, Jerz to Vancouver
Back to the Bronx with heartbeats looped up

I Blastmast like Kris, abyss
Like a phone chauvenist a Roley on the wrist
Sike, I can afford it, less I
platinum niggaz and none of 'em prerecorded

KRS-One need to be runnin' for
So Butter Rican tell them to get off his