Luyện nghe bài hát Heat It Up

(Take that microphone from kid and heat it up)

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

Mic check
Then it to the floor
The crowd wanted more so I came in the
The Rakim, papermates to the pen
Knowledge is born and the light strikes
Elements burst and gave to the first
Get the pen from the nurse and hook the mic up
When it absolutely positively has to be on time
I deliver a
The of hip hop, hop to this one
I got more kid, they to miss one
Style got jazz and the out of control
Cause got the mic and I've got the soul
New York's own microphone
give 'em visions
Style'll make you
the ear, my opponents can't see me
I 'em directions, but wrote it in graffiti
But they wanna know my m.o. back though
They want the flow, then study my steelo
Sketch the skit, but they 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 explode with a song a original form
Or I'll perform it at high mode, they want the
Destroyed the blueprints and documents and
Crews been, um, for clues ever since
Beats start brewing up, is rough
and microphones self-destruct
And when you thought you had the down pat
You get kicked to the doormat with that
Cause I've got a high tech with know-how
the file watch the crowd go wild
Bad beats to the females' finesse
Points stress causing cardiac arrest
Mics too hot for you to told in hands
Now they sell 'em with fifteen fans and mic
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, tell 'em back
I've got a knapsack hip hop attacks
of artifacts, formats in the act
Tracks after macs, and you can't
Rakim's with penmanship
Left my penmate, I could graduate Penn State
I could take any and make a high grade
Even get extra credit when the displayed
As as I manifest, they cheat off my test
Surround my desk and then the progress
But they the point, forget the skit
I'll bust your lip if you rip the
Brother's ain't and I'mma smoke up the room
And I've got a crew called the platoon
Figure it out kid, coming
are running cause I'm the gunman
Extremely dangerous I rhymes into the crowd
And 'em all scream out loud
Aw man, and I slam like a batteram
Ra got the plan with your jam

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

The platoon

You know what I
And I'm out