Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

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

is bond let's get this shit goin'
Word up, it's the Funk Doc in the
Say hell yeah, yeah
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 Angie you don't stop
With the hah haha ha hah

It's the Butter Pecan speakin' deletin'
Other radio jocks that think competin'
They like candy, I'm hot like pepper
Big up to Sandy but my name is

Martinez, what a true fiend is
Steppin' up 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 jams it tonight, not the hardest
But peep the style of this Puerto Rican

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 again the

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

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

Rap relieve stress so yes I it's medical
All your and rapin' is still theoretical
Redman, you know you 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 Kris and Angie the ultimate
One two hah and you quack
It's Funk Doc smoke weed and don't smoke

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

The lyrical, lettin' off like suppose
Reggie Reg is rockin' on the
Hahh, huh, the too chill
Caps peeled, 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 what? It's the high
Ruler of the Buddha, the cash make my

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

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

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

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