Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

Alright everybody move from the ropes
If you move back
We're gonna turn music off
And that's my word, back

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

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

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

Martinez, what a microphone fiend is
Steppin' up with my, Adidas
Through speakers, representin'
Boriquas and all hip-hop rhyme

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

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

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

They can't fake it in of KRS they naked
That same old MC trend I'm here to it
The highly conceptional
Hot in ninety-seven so I guess I'm

Rap relieve so yes I guess it's medical
All your wreckin' and rapin' is theoretical
Redman, you know you must
Redman, you know you 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 quack
It's Funk Doc smoke and don't smoke crack

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

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

'em up 'cause I feel my spot can't be touched
No time for the Pauline jack, hit the
what? It's the high exalted
Ruler of the Buddha, the cash my pockets

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

Kahunas, raw for the key movers
All over the like them Crooked I coolers
Bang maneuvers, from Jerz to
Back to the Bronx with heartbeats ample up

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

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