Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

I rule the world like kurtis with my afro blown
I'm out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the wino
For albino, I'm like suicide on vinyle
The type of antidope you have to keep away from my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, check my
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an when they open
My identities, blows facilities to ememies please these abilities
I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga
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, eyed like japs I blow states off the map
by eye contact

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

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

Somebody stop me I'm smoking like
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, 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 turf then get

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

(x4)

Strick nine rules the on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to like a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off strain to maintain
They be killing me, to preach to me, teach to me
I got a phd in
You got your bachelors and masters in the field of dramatics
The are bringing the static from the attic, so cock your automatics
I've had it up to here, you are in danger
You better stand clear, no no love and kiss mainstream america
just ain't ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit
Niggas be having fits, the of def be smacking hits after hits
And what's goin' on in your mind I can it
Tremors in the body has caused for the

(x4)

You know what I'm sayin'? things is hot in the tunnel out in here you
I'm sayin'? ah, n-y-c streets is love, it's hot in the summer, um,
Spring, winter and fall things are lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin'
This y'all feel this. I you.