Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

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

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

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

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

Martinez, a true microphone fiend is
Steppin' up lovely with my,
Through speakers, representin'
and all hip-hop rhyme seekers

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

yo yo yo, stop the music
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 time but we made it, you
You frustrated 'cause these MC's in trainin'
on the mic for a royalty save it
Pullin' down rap so that can't make it

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

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

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

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

Hahaha, hah and you don't
Hoohahhahah and you don't
I jams like, Samsonites with mics
Stage two system and flood 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 my spot can't 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 make you hibernate sooner, lunatic
My click run than Charlie Tuna

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

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

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