Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

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

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

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

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

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

You may think I'm crazy right but I'm hype
Slay nice y'all, everytime Angie grab the mic
I jams it right tonight, not the
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 a long time but we made it, you waited
You gettin' frustrated 'cause these MC's in
on the mic for a royalty save it
Pullin' rap so that others can't make it

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

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

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

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

Hahaha, hah and you quit
Hoohahhahah and you quit
I rock jams like, Samsonites with
two boomin' system and flood the lights

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

Raise 'em up 'cause I feel my spot can't be
No time for the jack, hit the clutch
Shotgun what? It's the exalted
of the Buddha, the cash make my pockets

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

Kahunas, raw for the able key
All the hood like them Crooked I coolers
Bang maneuvers, from Jerz to
to the Bronx with heartbeats ample looped up

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

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