Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

Alright everybody move from 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, yeah

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
With the hah haha ha hah

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

Martinez, what a microphone fiend is
up lovely with my, Adidas
Through your speakers,
and all hip-hop rhyme seekers

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

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

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

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

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

Angie, with the one BDP
right now at Hit Factory

One two hah and you don't
It's Kris and Angie with the
One two hah and you don't
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 boomin' system and flood the

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

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

out like a tumor, for the consumers
I get busy with La Pluma, the bomb
To make you 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, from Jerz to
Back to the Bronx with heartbeats ample up

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

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