Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

(laughing) yeah, coming to you like, yeah, you another one of those,
Flavorishis, mackadoshis, cream and onion type flavor.

I rule the world like kurtis blow my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, style stagger like ned the wino
For black albino, I'm suicide on vinyle
The type of antidope you have to keep away from my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, check my
My vocals are vaginas, wet an mc's when they open
My identities, blows facilities to ememies test these abilities
I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, automatic, 45 nigga slugger
So ring thee alarm, when tv is on, I react freakin' to songs
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I brake vertibraes
Bones back, chinky like japs I blow states off the map
Just by eye

Don't get it and if you do, you best to move on move on
"rock, on" - redman (x4)

Erick
Yeah, I down things for the moment, what?
my does for them fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be to be the shit y'all stop
Gimmicks, hard lyrics for an image
I'm 'em the beast wompin' 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the
I be's the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two

Somebody stop me I'm smoking mask
your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like shaft
The e-double bring the material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic type funk for your sissys (word up)
Huh, I it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf then get some

I let one nigga slide in 93, but this year, he's history

(x4)

Strick nine rules the mind on the of destruction
Blood starts to like a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to maintain
be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me
I got a phd in
You got your bachelors and your in the field of dramatics
The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so cock automatics
I've had it up to here, you are in danger
You stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream america
They just ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit
be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits after hits
And what's goin' on in your mind I can it
Tremors in the has caused for the healin'

(x4)

You know what I'm sayin'? things is hot in the tunnel out in you know
What I'm sayin'? ah, n-y-c streets is love, hot in the summer, um,
Spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, & sour sauce. doin'
This y'all feel this. I you.