Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

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

Word is let's get this shit goin'
up, it's the Funk Doc in the house
Say hell yeah, hell
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
With the hah ha haha hah

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

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

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

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

It's been a long but we made it, you waited
You gettin' frustrated 'cause these MC's in
on the mic for a royalty save it
Pullin' down rap so that others make it

They can't fake it in of KRS they naked
same old MC trend I'm here to break it
The highly multidirectional
Hot in so I guess I'm flexible

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

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

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

Hahaha, hah and you don't
and you don't quit
I rock jams like, with mics
Stage two boomin' system and flood the

The lyrical, lettin' off like suppose
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? It's the exalted
Ruler of the Buddha, the cash my pockets

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 able key
All over the like 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 with a Roley on the wrist
Sike, I can afford it, I slaughtered
Three platinum niggaz and of 'em prerecorded

KRS-One need to be for office
So Pecan Rican tell them to get off his