Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

Alright everybody move back the ropes
If you move back
We're gonna turn music off
And that's my word, back

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

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

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

Martinez, what a true fiend 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 crazy
Slay this y'all, everytime Angie grab the mic
I jams it right tonight, not the
But peep the style of this Puerto Goddess

yo yo yo, stop 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' frustrated 'cause MC's in trainin'
Skills on the mic for a 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 here to it
The highly multidirectional
Hot in ninety-seven so I guess I'm

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

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

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

Hahaha, hah and you quit
Hoohahhahah and you don't
I rock like, Samsonites with mics
Stage two boomin' system and the lights

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

Raise 'em up 'cause I feel my can't be touched
No time for the jack, hit the clutch
Shotgun what? the high exalted
Ruler of the Buddha, the cash make my

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

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

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

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