Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

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

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

Word up, the Funk Doc Spock you don't stop
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 Rican speakin' deletin'
Other radio jocks that think competin'
They pre-sweetened candy, I'm hot like pepper
Big up to but my name is Angie

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

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 peep the of this Puerto Rican Goddess

Aiyyo yo yo yo, stop the
Aiyyo up off the ropes, man, word up
Yo get the off the ropes
Now aiyyo yo yo, KRS-One, come again the

It's been a time but we made it, you waited
You gettin' frustrated 'cause 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
same 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 it's medical
All your wreckin' and is still theoretical
Redman, you know you must
Redman, you know you gots to

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kahunas, raw for the key movers
All over the hood like them I coolers
Bang maneuvers, from to Vancouver
Back to the Bronx heartbeats ample looped up

I Blastmast Kris, funk abyss
Like a phone chauvenist 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