Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

Alright everybody move back 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, it's the Funk Doc in the
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 don't
It's the girl Angie you don't
the hah haha ha haha hah

It's the Butter Pecan Rican deletin'
Other jocks that think they competin'
They pre-sweetened 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 seekers

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

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

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 others make it

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

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

Angie, with the one BDP
Representin' right now at Hit

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

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

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

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

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

Kahunas, raw for the able key
All the hood like them Crooked I coolers
Bang maneuvers, from Jerz to
Back to the Bronx with heartbeats 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 and none of 'em prerecorded

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