Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

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

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

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

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

Martinez, what a true fiend is
Steppin' up with my, Adidas
Through your speakers,
Boriquas and all hip-hop seekers

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

Aiyyo yo yo yo, stop the
Aiyyo up off the ropes, man, word 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 frustrated 'cause these MC's in trainin'
on the mic for a royalty save it
Pullin' down rap so that others make it

They fake it in front of KRS they naked
That same old MC trend I'm to break it
The conceptional multidirectional
Hot in ninety-seven so I I'm flexible

Rap relieve stress so yes I guess medical
All your wreckin' and rapin' is theoretical
Redman, you know you must
Redman, you know you to understand

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

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

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

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

Raise 'em up 'cause I feel my spot be touched
No time for the jack, hit the clutch
what? It's the high exalted
Ruler of the Buddha, the cash make my

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

Kahunas, raw for the key movers
All the hood like them Crooked I coolers
Bang maneuvers, from to Vancouver
Back to the Bronx with heartbeats ample up

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

KRS-One to be runnin' for office
So Butter Pecan Rican tell to get off his