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 with my blown
I'm torn out the frame, drunk style like ned the wino
For black albino, I'm like suicide on
The of antidope shit you have to keep away from my nose
And I'm the, rhymer, check my steez
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an mc's 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 to songs
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly brake
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 move on on
"rock, on" - redman (x4)

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

Somebody stop me I'm smoking mask
Shut your mouth, a bad, uh, like shaft
The e-double bring the material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic whisky type funk for 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 in 93, but this year, he's fuckin' history

(x4)

Strick rules the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil like a combustion, eruption
Insane no no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to maintain
They be me, trying to preach to me, teach to me
I got a phd in
You got bachelors and your masters in the field of dramatics
The are bringing the static from the attic, so cock your automatics
I've had it up to here, you niggas are in
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and mainstream america
They just ain't 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 I can feel it
Tremors in the body has 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, & sour sauce. doin'
This y'all this. I feel you.