Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

Alright everybody move back from the
If you don't move
We're gonna turn this off
And my word, move back

Word is bond let's get this goin'
Word up, it's the Funk Doc in the
Say yeah, hell yeah
Say yeah, fuck yeah

Word up, it's the Funk Doc Spock you don't
my man KRS you don't stop
It's the girl you don't stop
the hah haha ha haha hah

It's the Butter Pecan Rican speakin'
Other radio jocks that they competin'
pre-sweetened like candy, I'm hot like pepper
Big up to Sandy but my is Angie

Martinez, what a true fiend is
Steppin' up lovely my, Adidas
Through speakers, representin'
Boriquas and all rhyme seekers

You may think I'm right but I'm crazy hype
Slay this nice y'all, everytime grab the mic
I jams it right tonight, not the
But peep the of this Puerto Rican Goddess

Aiyyo yo yo yo, stop the
back up off the ropes, man, word up
Yo get the off the ropes
Now aiyyo yo yo, KRS-One, again the selector

It's a long time but we made it, you waited
You gettin' frustrated these MC's in trainin'
on the mic for a royalty save it
Pullin' down rap so that can't make it

can't fake it in front of KRS they naked
That same old MC trend I'm to break it
The highly multidirectional
Hot in so I guess I'm flexible

Rap stress so yes I guess it's medical
All your wreckin' and rapin' is theoretical
Redman, you know you must
Redman, you you gots to understand

Angie, rockin' the one BDP
Representin' now at Hit Factory

One two hah and you quit
It's Kris and with the ultimate
One two hah and you don't
Funk Doc smoke weed and don't smoke crack

Hahaha, hah and you don't
and you don't quit
I rock like, Samsonites with mics
Stage two boomin' system and flood the

The lyrical, fo'-fo's lettin' off suppose
Reg is rockin' on the radio
Hahh, huh, the too chill
Caps peeled, Someone In My Bed like Dru

Raise 'em up I feel my spot can't be touched
No time for the jack, hit the clutch
Shotgun what? the high exalted
Ruler of the Buddha, the cash make my

out like a tumor, for the consumers
I get busy La Pluma, detonate the bomb
To you hibernate sooner, certified lunatic
My run deeper than Charlie Tuna

Kahunas, raw for the able key
All over the hood like Crooked I coolers
maneuvers, from Jerz to Vancouver
Back to the Bronx heartbeats ample looped up

I Blastmast Kris, funk abyss
Like a phone chauvenist with a on the wrist
Sike, I can afford it, less I
Three niggaz and none of 'em prerecorded

need to be runnin' for office
So Pecan Rican tell them to get off his