Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

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

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

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

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

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

You may think I'm 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 of this Puerto 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 time but we made it, you
You gettin' frustrated 'cause MC's in trainin'
on the mic for a royalty save it
Pullin' down rap so that can't make it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

need to be runnin' for office
So Butter Pecan Rican tell to get off his