Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

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

Word is bond let's get shit goin'
Word up, it's the Doc in the house
Say yeah, hell 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 girl Angie you don't
With the hah ha haha hah

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

Martinez, what a true microphone is
Steppin' up lovely 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, Angie grab the mic
I jams it right tonight, not the
But peep the style of this Rican Goddess

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

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

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

Rap relieve stress so yes I it's medical
All your wreckin' and rapin' is theoretical
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 with the
One two hah and you quack
It's Funk Doc smoke weed and don't crack

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

The lyrical, lettin' off like suppose
Reggie Reg is on the radio
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? the high exalted
Ruler of the Buddha, the make my pockets

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

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

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

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