Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hahaha, hah and you don't
and you don't quit
I rock jams like, 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 for the Pauline jack, hit the clutch
Shotgun It's the high exalted
Ruler of the Buddha, the make my pockets

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

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

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

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