Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They can't fake it in front of KRS naked
That same old MC trend I'm here to it
The highly multidirectional
Hot in so I guess I'm flexible

Rap relieve stress so yes I guess it's
All your and rapin' is still theoretical
Redman, you know you must
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 with the ultimate
One two hah and you don't
It's Funk Doc smoke and don't smoke crack

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

The lyrical, fo'-fo's lettin' off like
Reggie Reg is rockin' on the
Hahh, huh, the ooh-child too
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? It's the exalted
Ruler of the Buddha, the make my pockets

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

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

I like Kris, funk abyss
Like a phone chauvenist a Roley on the wrist
Sike, I can afford it, less I
Three platinum niggaz and of 'em prerecorded

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