Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

I rule the world like kurtis with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the
For albino, I'm like suicide on vinyle
The type of 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 facilities to ememies test these abilities
I'm rugged, I a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga slugger
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, eyed like japs I blow states off the map
Just by eye

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

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

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

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

(x4)

Strick nine rules the mind on the of destruction
Blood starts to like a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to maintain
They be killing me, to preach 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 from the attic, so cock automatics
had it up to here, you niggas are in danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream
just ain't ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit
Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits after
And what's goin' on in mind I can feel it
Tremors in the body has for the healin'

(x4)

You what I'm sayin'? 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, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sauce. doin'
This y'all this. I feel you.