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 kurtis blow with my afro
I'm out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the wino
For black albino, I'm like suicide on
The type of antidope you have to keep away from my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, my steez
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an when they open
My identities, blows to ememies please test these abilities
I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga
So ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, I freakin' to songs
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly 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 move on on
"rock, rock on" - (x4)

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

Somebody stop me I'm like mask
your mouth, he's 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 rules the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion,
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 your in the field of dramatics
The are bringing the static from the attic, so cock your automatics
had it up to here, you niggas are in danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and mainstream america
They 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 mind I can feel it
in the body has caused for the healin'

(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 lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin'
This y'all this. I feel you.