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 keep the mic hot, I it up (x2)

Mic check
throw it to the floor
The crowd wanted more so I came in the
The great Rakim, to the pen
Knowledge is born and the light strikes
Elements burst and 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 heckler of hip hop, hop to one
I got more kid, they to miss one
Style got jazz and the crowd's out of
I've got the mic and I've got the soul
New York's own microphone
Thoughts'll give 'em
Style'll you listen
Devastates the ear, my can't see me
I 'em directions, but wrote it in graffiti
But they wanna know my m.o. ease back
They want the flow, then study my steelo
Sketch the skit, but they still 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 a song with a original form
Or perform it at high mode, they want the code
the blueprints and documents and hits
Crews been, um, for clues ever since
Beats start brewing up, is rough
Stages and microphones
And you thought you had the format down pat
You get kicked back to the with that
Cause I've got a tech style with know-how
Select the file watch the crowd go
Bad beats to bless the finesse
Points shot causing cardiac arrest
too hot for you to told in your hands
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 keep the mic hot, I it up (x4)

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

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

The last

You what I mean?
And I'm out