Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

Alright move back from the ropes
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, the Funk Doc in the house
Say yeah, hell yeah
Say fuck yeah, yeah

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

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

Martinez, what a microphone fiend is
Steppin' up lovely with my,
Through speakers, representin'
Boriquas and all rhyme seekers

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

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

It's been a long but we made it, you waited
You gettin' frustrated 'cause these in trainin'
on the mic for a royalty save it
Pullin' down rap so that others can't it

They can't fake it in front of KRS naked
That old MC trend I'm here to break it
The highly conceptional
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 you must understand
Redman, you you gots to understand

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

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

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

Raise 'em up 'cause I feel my spot be touched
No time for the Pauline jack, hit the
Shotgun what? It's the exalted
Ruler of the Buddha, the make my pockets

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

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

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

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