Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

I the world like kurtis blow with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, drunk style 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, bombest rhymer, my steez
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an mc's when open
My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these
I'm rugged, I a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga slugger
So thee alarm, when your tv is on, I react freakin' to songs
When bitches see me perform, say I strickly brake vertibraes
Bones back, chinky eyed like japs I 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 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 'em the beast wompin' 'em
damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground
I the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black

Somebody stop me I'm like mask
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like
The e-double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic
Alcoholic whisky type funk for your (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 on the verge 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, trying to to me, teach to me
I got a phd in
You got your and your masters in the field of dramatics
The lyrical are bringing the from the attic, so cock your automatics
had it up to here, you niggas are in danger
You better clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream america
They ain't ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit
Niggas be fits, the squad of def be smacking hits after hits
And goin' on in your mind I can feel it
Tremors in the body has caused for the

(x4)

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