Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

I rule the world like kurtis blow my afro blown
I'm out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the wino
For black albino, I'm like on vinyle
The type of antidope shit you have to away from my nose
And I'm the, rhymer, check my steez
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 nigga
So ring thee alarm, your tv is on, I react freakin' to songs
When see me perform, bitches say I strickly brake vertibraes
Bones back, chinky eyed like I blow states off the map
by eye contact

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

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

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

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

(x4)

Strick rules the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil like a combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to
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
had it up to here, you niggas are in danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss america
just ain't ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit
Niggas be having fits, the of def be smacking hits after hits
And what's on in your mind I can feel it
Tremors in the has caused for the healin'

(x4)

You know what I'm sayin'? 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 things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce.
This y'all this. I feel you.