Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

I rule the world like kurtis blow with my afro
I'm torn out the frame, style stagger like ned the wino
For black albino, I'm like suicide on
The type of shit you have to keep away from my nose
And I'm the, rhymer, check my steez
My are like vaginas, wet an mc's when they open
My identities, facilities to ememies please test these abilities
I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga
So ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, I react freakin' to
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly brake
Bones back, eyed like 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 down things for the moment,
Paying my does for fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be to be the shit y'all stop
Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an
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 your mouth, he's a bad, uh, shaft
The bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic whisky type funk for your (word up)
Huh, I take it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf get some

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

(x4)

Strick nine rules the on the verge of destruction
starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to maintain
They be killing me, trying to 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 the attic, so cock your automatics
I've had it up to here, you niggas are in
You better stand clear, no hugs no and kiss mainstream america
just ain't ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit
Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits hits
And goin' on in your mind I can feel it
Tremors in the has caused 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 fall are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin'
This y'all this. I feel you.