Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

Alright everybody move back the ropes
If you move back
gonna turn this music off
And my word, move back

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

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

It's the Butter Pecan Rican speakin'
Other radio that think they 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 speakers, representin'
Boriquas and all rhyme seekers

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

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

It's been a long time but we it, you waited
You frustrated 'cause 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 they
same old MC trend I'm here to break it
The conceptional multidirectional
Hot in ninety-seven so I I'm flexible

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

Angie, with the one BDP
Representin' right now at Hit

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

Hahaha, hah and you quit
Hoohahhahah and you don't
I rock like, Samsonites with 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 too chill
peeled, Someone In My Bed like Dru Hill

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

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

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

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

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