Luyện nghe bài hát Heat It Up

(Take that microphone from that kid and it up)

I keep the mic hot, I it up kid
I the mic hot, I heat it up (x2)

Mic check
throw it to the floor
The crowd wanted more so I came in the
The great Rakim, to the pen
Knowledge is born and the strikes again
Elements burst and gave to the first
Get the pen from the nurse and the mic up first
it absolutely positively has to be there on time
I deliver a
The heckler of hip hop, hop to one
I got more kid, they to miss one
got jazz and the crowd's out of control
Cause I've got the mic and got the soul
New York's own technician
Thoughts'll 'em visions
Style'll make you
Devastates the ear, my can't see me
I gave 'em directions, but wrote it in
But they wanna know my m.o. back though
They want the flow, then study my steelo
Sketch the skit, but still can't see what I did
I the mic up kid

I keep the mic hot, I it up kid
I the mic hot, I heat it up (x4)

Then I with a song with a original form
Or I'll it at high mode, they want the code
the blueprints and documents and hits
Crews been, um, looking for ever since
Beats start up, rhymes is rough
Stages and self-destruct
And when you you had the format down pat
You get back to the doormat with that
Cause I've got a high style with know-how
Select the file watch the go wild
Bad to bless the females' finesse
Points shot causing cardiac arrest
too hot for you to told in your hands
Now sell 'em with fifteen fans and mic stands
still overheats, if you touch it you can see what I did
I the mic up kid

I the mic hot, I heat it up kid
I keep the mic hot, I it up (x4)

If his opponents'll run a rap, 'em ease back
got a knapsack with hip hop attacks
Stacks of artifacts, in the act
Tracks after macs, and you relax
Rakim's with penmanship
Left my penmate, I could graduate from Penn
I could take any trade and make a grade
Even get extra when the rhyme's displayed
As soon as I manifest, cheat off my test
Surround my and then stress the progress
But they miss the point, the skit
I'll your lip if you rip the script
Brother's ain't cool and smoke up the room
And I've got a called the last platoon
Figure it out kid, coming
Emcees are cause I'm the gunman
dangerous I bust rhymes into the crowd
And 'em all scream out loud
Aw man, and I slam like a batteram
Ra got the plan your favorite jam

I keep the mic hot, I it up kid
I the mic hot, I heat it up (x4)

The last

You know I mean?
And I'm out