Luyện nghe bài hát Heat It Up

(Take microphone from that kid and heat it up)

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

Mic check
Then throw it to the
The crowd wanted more so I came in the
The Rakim, papermates to the pen
Knowledge is born and the strikes again
Elements burst and gave to the first
Get the pen the nurse and hook the mic up first
When it absolutely has to be there on time
I a rhyme
The heckler of hip hop, hop to one
I got kid, they hate to miss one
Style got jazz and the crowd's out of
Cause got the mic and I've got the soul
New own microphone technician
Thoughts'll '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 my m.o. ease back though
They want the exact flow, then study my
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 keep the mic hot, I it up (x4)

Then I explode a song with a original form
Or I'll it at high mode, they want the code
Destroyed the and documents and hits
Crews been, um, looking for clues since
Beats start brewing up, is rough
and microphones self-destruct
And when you you had the format down pat
You get kicked to the doormat with that
I've got a high tech style with know-how
Select the file the crowd go wild
Bad to bless the females' finesse
Points shot stress causing arrest
Mics too hot for you to told in your
Now they '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 the mic hot, I heat it up (x4)

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

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

The platoon

You know I mean?
And I'm out