Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

Alright everybody move back the ropes
If you don't move
We're turn this music off
And that's my word, back

Word is bond let's get shit goin'
up, it's the Funk Doc in the house
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 stop
It's the girl you don't stop
With the hah haha ha hah

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

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

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

yo yo yo, stop the music
Aiyyo back up off the ropes, man, 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 frustrated 'cause these MC's in trainin'
Skills on the mic for a save it
Pullin' down rap so that can't make it

They can't fake it in of KRS they naked
same old MC trend I'm here 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 wreckin' and is still theoretical
Redman, you know you understand
Redman, you you gots to understand

Angie, with the one BDP
right now at Hit Factory

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

Hahaha, hah and you quit
Hoohahhahah and you quit
I rock jams like, Samsonites with
Stage two boomin' system and flood the

The lyrical, fo'-fo's lettin' off like
Reggie Reg is 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 like a tumor, for the
I get busy with La Pluma, detonate the
To make you hibernate sooner, lunatic
My run deeper than Charlie Tuna

Kahunas, raw for the able key
All the hood like them Crooked I coolers
maneuvers, from Jerz to Vancouver
Back to the with heartbeats ample looped up

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

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