Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

Alright everybody move back from the
If you move back
gonna turn this music off
And that's my word, back

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

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

It's the Butter Pecan Rican 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 crazy
Slay this nice y'all, everytime grab the mic
I jams it tonight, not the hardest
But peep the style of this Puerto Rican

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

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

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

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

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 don't
It's Funk Doc weed and don't smoke crack

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

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

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

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

Kahunas, raw for the able key
All over the hood like Crooked I coolers
maneuvers, from Jerz to Vancouver
Back to the Bronx with ample looped up

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

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