Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

I rule the world like blow with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, drunk stagger 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, bombest rhymer, check my
My are like vaginas, wet an mc's 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, when your tv is on, I react freakin' to
When bitches see me perform, 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 on move on
"rock, rock on" - (x4)

Erick
Yeah, I down things for the moment, what?
Paying my does for them fake ass (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the shit y'all
Gimmicks, core lyrics for an image
I'm stompin' 'em the beast 'em
Brain damage is caused, 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, like
The e-double bring the material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic type funk for your 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 nine rules the mind on the verge of
Blood starts to boil like a combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas off it's strain to maintain
be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me
I got a phd in
You got your bachelors and your masters in the of dramatics
The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so your automatics
I've had it up to here, you niggas are in
You better stand clear, no hugs no and kiss mainstream america
They just ain't ready for this, cause I'm as shit
Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits after
And goin' on in your mind I can feel it
Tremors in the has caused for the healin'

(x4)

You know what I'm sayin'? things is hot in the tunnel out in here you
What I'm 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.