Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

I rule the world like kurtis blow with my afro
I'm torn out the frame, drunk stagger like ned the wino
For black albino, I'm suicide on vinyle
The type of shit you have to keep away from my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, check my
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an mc's when open
My identities, blows facilities to ememies test these abilities
I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, automatic, 45 nigga slugger
So ring thee alarm, when tv is on, I react freakin' to songs
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly brake
Bones back, chinky eyed japs I blow states off the map
by eye contact

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

sermon:
Yeah, I down things for the moment, what?
my does for them fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the shit stop
Gimmicks, hard core for an image
I'm stompin' 'em the wompin' 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the
I the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black

Somebody me I'm smoking like mask
your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like shaft
The e-double bring the dopest material, way out type
Alcoholic type 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 nigga slide in 93, but this year, he's fuckin'

(x4)

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

(x4)

You know what I'm things 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.
This y'all feel this. I you.