Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

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

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

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

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

Martinez, a true microphone fiend is
up lovely with my, Adidas
Through speakers, representin'
Boriquas and all hip-hop rhyme

You may think I'm crazy right but I'm hype
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The lyrical, fo'-fo's lettin' off like
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 my spot 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 like a tumor, for the
I get busy with La Pluma, the bomb
To you hibernate sooner, certified lunatic
My click run deeper than Tuna

Kahunas, raw for the key movers
All over the hood like them Crooked I
Bang maneuvers, Jerz to Vancouver
Back to the with heartbeats ample looped up

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

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