Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

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

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

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

the Butter Pecan Rican speakin' deletin'
Other jocks that think they competin'
They pre-sweetened like candy, I'm hot pepper
Big up to Sandy but my name is

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

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

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

It's been a time but we made it, you waited
You gettin' frustrated 'cause MC's in trainin'
Skills on the mic for a save it
Pullin' down rap so that others make it

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

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

Angie, with the one BDP
right now at Hit Factory

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

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

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

Raise 'em up 'cause I feel my spot be touched
No time for the Pauline jack, hit the
Shotgun It's the high exalted
Ruler of the Buddha, the make my pockets

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

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

I Blastmast like Kris, funk
Like a phone with a Roley on the wrist
Sike, I can afford it, I slaughtered
Three platinum and none of 'em prerecorded

KRS-One need to be runnin' for
So Butter Rican tell them to get off his