Luyện nghe bài hát Heat It Up

(Take that microphone that kid and heat it up)

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

Mic y'all
Then it to the floor
The wanted more so I came in the door
The great Rakim, to the pen
Knowledge is born and the light again
Elements and gave birth 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 heckler of hip hop, hop to 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 technician
Thoughts'll 'em visions
Style'll you listen
Devastates the ear, my opponents see me
I 'em directions, but wrote it in graffiti
But they know my m.o. ease back though
want the exact flow, then study my steelo
Sketch the skit, but they can't 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)

Then I explode with a song with a form
Or I'll it at high mode, they want the code
Destroyed the blueprints and and hits
Crews been, um, for clues ever since
Beats start up, rhymes is rough
and microphones self-destruct
And when you thought you had the down pat
You get kicked back to the with that
Cause got a high tech style with know-how
Select the file watch the go wild
Bad beats to the females' finesse
Points shot stress 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 keep the mic hot, I it up (x4)

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

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

The platoon

You what I mean?
And I'm out