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 with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger ned the wino
For albino, I'm like suicide on vinyle
The type of antidope you have to keep away from my nose
And I'm the, rhymer, check my steez
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an when they open
My identities, blows facilities to please test these abilities
I'm rugged, I a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga slugger
So ring alarm, when your tv is on, I react freakin' to songs
When see me perform, bitches say I strickly brake vertibraes
back, chinky eyed like 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 things for the moment,
my does for them fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be to be the shit y'all stop
Gimmicks, hard lyrics for an image
I'm stompin' 'em the wompin' 'em
Brain damage is caused, drop they drawers to the ground
I be's the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be off like two black

Somebody stop me I'm smoking mask
Shut mouth, he's a bad, uh, like 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 then get some

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

(x4)

Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of
Blood starts to boil like a combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, falling off it's strain to maintain
They be killing me, trying to preach to me, to me
I got a phd in
You got your 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 are in danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and mainstream america
They just ain't ready for this, cause I'm nice as
Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be hits after hits
And what's goin' on in your mind I can it
in the body has caused for the healin'

(x4)

You know what I'm 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, and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin'
This feel this. I feel you.