Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

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

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

sermon:
Yeah, I shut down things for the moment,
my does for them fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the y'all stop
Gimmicks, core lyrics for an image
I'm stompin' 'em the beast 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the
I be's the 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 the dopest material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic whisky type for your sissys (word up)
Huh, I take it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf get some

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

(x4)

Strick rules the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion,
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas off it's strain to maintain
be killing me, trying 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 automatics
had it up to here, you niggas are in danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no and kiss mainstream america
They just ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit
Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits after
And what's on in your mind I can feel it
Tremors in the body has for the healin'

(x4)

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