Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

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

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

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

Somebody stop me I'm smoking mask
Shut 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 take it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf get some

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

(x4)

Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of
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 masters 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 better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream
They just ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit
Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be hits after hits
And what's goin' on in mind I can feel it
Tremors in the body has for the healin'

(x4)

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