Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

I rule the world like kurtis blow with my afro
I'm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the
For black albino, I'm like suicide on
The type of antidope shit you have to away from my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, check my
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an mc's when they
My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these
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 like japs I states off the map
Just by eye

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

sermon:
Yeah, I shut things for the moment, what?
Paying my does for them fake ass (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the y'all stop
Gimmicks, hard core for an image
I'm 'em the beast wompin' 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls drop drawers to the ground
I be's the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two

Somebody stop me I'm like mask
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, shaft
The e-double bring the dopest material, way out type
Alcoholic whisky funk for your sissys (word up)
Huh, I take it to the streets, if you run up on my turf then get some

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

(x4)

Strick nine the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to maintain
They be killing me, to preach to me, teach to me
I got a phd in
You got your and your masters in the field of dramatics
The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so cock automatics
had it up to here, you niggas are in danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss america
They just ain't ready for this, cause I'm as shit
Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be 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 things is hot in the tunnel out in here you know
What I'm ah, n-y-c streets is love, it's hot in the summer, um,
Spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sauce. doin'
This y'all this. I feel you.