Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

Alright everybody move back the ropes
If you move back
We're gonna turn this off
And my word, move back

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

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

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

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

You may I'm crazy right but I'm crazy 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 aiyyo yo yo, KRS-One, come again the

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

They fake it in front of KRS they naked
That old MC trend I'm here to break it
The highly conceptional
Hot in so I guess I'm flexible

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

Angie, with the one BDP
right now at Hit Factory

One two hah and you quit
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 quit
Hoohahhahah and you quit
I rock like, Samsonites 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, Someone In My Bed Dru Hill

Raise 'em up 'cause I my spot can't be touched
No time for the Pauline jack, hit the
Shotgun what? It's the exalted
Ruler of the Buddha, the cash make my

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

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

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