Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

(laughing) yeah, to you like, yeah, you know another 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 style stagger like ned the
For albino, I'm like suicide on vinyle
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 mc's when open
My identities, blows facilities to ememies please 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, say I strickly brake vertibraes
Bones back, chinky 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 down things for the moment, what?
Paying my 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 beast 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls drop drawers to the ground
I be's the effect like wrecks, rhyme be shooting off like two black

Somebody me I'm smoking like mask
Shut your mouth, a bad, uh, like shaft
The bring 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 nigga slide in 93, but this year, 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 falling off it's 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 your
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 nice as
be having fits, the squad of def be smacking 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, winter and things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin'
This y'all this. I feel you.