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 kurtis blow with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, style stagger like ned the wino
For black albino, I'm like suicide on
The type of shit you have to keep away from my nose
And I'm the, rhymer, check my steez
My vocals are 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
Bones back, eyed like japs I blow states off the map
by eye contact

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

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

Somebody stop me I'm smoking like
Shut your mouth, a bad, uh, like shaft
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 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 lyrical combustion,
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it's 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 the static from the attic, so cock your automatics
I've had it up to here, you niggas are in
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss 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 I can feel it
Tremors in the body has for the healin'

(x4)

You know what I'm sayin'? things is hot in the tunnel out in you know
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 & sauce. doin'
This y'all feel this. I you.