Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

I rule the world like kurtis blow my afro blown
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 keep away my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, check my
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an when they open
My identities, blows to ememies please test these abilities
I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, automatic, 45 nigga slugger
So ring thee alarm, your tv is on, I react freakin' to songs
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I brake vertibraes
Bones back, chinky eyed like japs I blow off the map
Just by eye

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

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

Somebody me I'm smoking like mask
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like
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 run up on my turf then get some

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

(x4)

Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of
Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion,
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas off it's strain to maintain
They be me, trying to preach to me, teach to me
I got a phd in
You got your bachelors and your masters in the field of
The are bringing the static from 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 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 what's goin' on in your mind I can it
in the body has caused for the healin'

(x4)

You know what I'm sayin'? things is hot in the 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.
y'all feel this. I feel you.