Luyện nghe bài hát Heartbeat

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

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

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

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

Martinez, a true microphone fiend is
Steppin' up lovely with my,
Through your speakers,
Boriquas and all hip-hop seekers

You may think I'm crazy right but I'm 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

Aiyyo yo yo yo, the music
Aiyyo back up off the ropes, man, up
Yo get from the off the
Now aiyyo yo yo, KRS-One, come again the

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

They fake it in front of KRS they naked
That old MC trend I'm here to break it
The highly conceptional
Hot in ninety-seven so I guess I'm

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

Angie, with the one BDP
right now at Hit Factory

One two hah and you don't
Kris 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 don't
and you don't quit
I rock like, Samsonites with mics
Stage two system and flood the lights

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

Raise 'em up 'cause I my spot can't be touched
No for the Pauline jack, hit the clutch
Shotgun 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 run deeper than Charlie Tuna

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

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

need to be runnin' for office
So Butter Pecan tell them to get off his