Luyện nghe bài hát Heat It Up

(Take that microphone that kid and heat it up)

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

Mic check
Then it to the floor
The crowd wanted more so I in the door
The Rakim, papermates to the pen
Knowledge is born and the light again
burst and gave birth to the first
Get the pen from the and hook the mic up first
When it absolutely has to be there on time
I a rhyme
The of hip hop, hop to this one
I got more kid, they hate to one
Style got jazz and the crowd's out of
Cause I've got the mic and I've got the
New York's own technician
Thoughts'll 'em visions
Style'll make you
Devastates the ear, my can't see me
I 'em directions, but wrote it in graffiti
But they know my m.o. ease back though
They want the exact flow, then my steelo
Sketch the skit, but they still can't see I did
I the mic up kid

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

Then I explode with a song with a form
Or I'll perform it at high mode, they the code
Destroyed the blueprints and documents and
Crews been, um, for clues ever since
start brewing up, rhymes is rough
Stages and self-destruct
And you thought you had the format down pat
You get kicked back to the doormat that
Cause I've got a tech style with know-how
the file watch the crowd go wild
Bad beats to bless the finesse
Points shot causing cardiac arrest
Mics too hot for you to in your hands
Now they sell 'em with fifteen and mic stands
Mine 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 the mic hot, I heat 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 graduate from Penn State
I could take any trade and make a grade
Even get extra credit the rhyme's displayed
As soon as I manifest, cheat off my test
my desk and then stress the progress
But miss the point, forget 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, problems
Emcees are cause I'm the gunman
Extremely dangerous I rhymes into the crowd
And watch 'em all out loud
Aw man, and then I like a batteram
Ra got the with your favorite jam

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

The last

You what I mean?
And I'm out