Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's a long time 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 others can't make it

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

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

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

One two hah and you quit
It's and Angie with 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 quit
I rock jams like, Samsonites with
Stage two boomin' system and flood the

The lyrical, lettin' off like suppose
Reg is rockin' on the radio
Hahh, huh, the too chill
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
what? It's the high exalted
Ruler of the Buddha, the make my pockets

Stick out like a tumor, for the
I get busy La Pluma, detonate the bomb
To make you hibernate sooner, certified
My click run deeper 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 ample looped up

I Blastmast like Kris, funk
Like a phone with a Roley on the wrist
Sike, I can afford it, less I
Three platinum niggaz and of 'em prerecorded

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