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 keep the mic hot, I it up (x2)

Mic y'all
Then it to the floor
The crowd wanted more so I in the door
The great Rakim, to the pen
Knowledge is born and the strikes again
burst and gave birth to the first
Get the pen from the nurse and the mic up first
When it absolutely positively has to be there on
I deliver a
The of hip hop, hop to this one
I got more kid, they to miss one
Style got jazz and the crowd's out of
Cause I've got the mic and got the soul
New York's own technician
Thoughts'll give 'em
make you listen
Devastates the ear, my opponents see me
I gave 'em directions, but it in graffiti
But wanna know my m.o. ease back though
They want the flow, then study my steelo
the skit, but they 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 explode with a song a original form
Or I'll perform it at mode, they want the code
Destroyed the and documents and hits
Crews been, um, looking for clues ever
Beats brewing up, rhymes is rough
and microphones self-destruct
And you thought you had the format down pat
You get kicked back to the with that
Cause I've got a high tech style know-how
Select the file watch the crowd go
Bad beats to the females' finesse
Points shot stress causing cardiac
Mics too hot for you to in your hands
Now they sell 'em with fans and mic stands
Mine still overheats, if you touch it you can see 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 ease
I've got a with hip hop attacks
of artifacts, formats in the act
Tracks after macs, and you can't
equipped with penmanship
Left my penmate, I could graduate from State
I could take any trade and make a grade
Even get extra credit the rhyme's displayed
As soon as I manifest, they cheat off my
my desk and then stress the progress
But they miss the point, the skit
bust your lip if you rip the script
Brother's ain't cool and smoke up the room
And I've got a crew called the platoon
it out kid, problems coming
Emcees are running cause I'm the
Extremely dangerous I bust rhymes the crowd
And watch 'em all 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 what I
And I'm out