Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

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

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

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

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

Martinez, what a true microphone is
Steppin' up lovely with my,
Through your speakers,
Boriquas and all rhyme seekers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kahunas, raw for the able key
All over the hood them Crooked I coolers
Bang maneuvers, Jerz to Vancouver
Back to the with heartbeats ample looped up

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

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