Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

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

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

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

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

Martinez, what a true microphone is
Steppin' up lovely my, Adidas
your speakers, representin'
Boriquas and all hip-hop rhyme

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

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

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

can't fake it in front of KRS they naked
That 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 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' now at Hit Factory

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

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

The lyrical, fo'-fo's 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 time for the jack, hit the clutch
Shotgun what? It's the high
of the Buddha, the cash make my pockets

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

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

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

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