Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

Alright everybody move back the ropes
If you don't back
We're gonna turn this 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, it's the Funk Doc Spock you stop
It's my man KRS you stop
It's the Angie you don't stop
With the hah ha haha hah

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

Martinez, a true 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 the style of this Puerto Rican Goddess

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

It's a long time but we made it, you waited
You gettin' frustrated 'cause these in trainin'
Skills on the mic for a save it
Pullin' down rap so that others make it

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

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

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

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

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

The lyrical, fo'-fo's lettin' off like
Reg is rockin' on the radio
Hahh, huh, the too chill
Caps peeled, Someone In My Bed like Dru

Raise 'em up 'cause I feel my spot can't be
No time for the jack, hit the clutch
Shotgun what? the high exalted
Ruler of the Buddha, the cash my pockets

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

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

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

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