Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

I rule the world kurtis blow with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger ned the wino
For black albino, I'm suicide on vinyle
The type of antidope shit you have to keep away my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, my steez
My vocals are vaginas, wet an mc's when they open
My identities, blows facilities to 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 freakin' to songs
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly vertibraes
back, chinky eyed like japs I blow states off the map
Just by eye

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

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

Somebody stop me I'm smoking like
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, shaft
The bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic whisky type funk for 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 slide in 93, but this year, he's fuckin'

(x4)

Strick nine rules the mind on the of destruction
Blood starts to like a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, 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 bachelors and your masters 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 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 hits after hits
And what's goin' on in your mind I can it
Tremors in the has caused for the healin'

(x4)

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