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

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

Erick
Yeah, I shut down things for the moment,
Paying my does for them ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the y'all stop
Gimmicks, hard core for an image
I'm 'em the beast wompin' 'em
Brain damage is caused, 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, a bad, uh, like shaft
The e-double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic
Alcoholic whisky type funk for sissys (word up)
Huh, I take it to the streets, if you run up on my turf then get some

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

(x4)

Strick nine rules the on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion,
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to
They be killing me, trying to to me, teach to me
I got a phd in
You got your bachelors and masters in the field of dramatics
The lyrical are the static from the attic, so cock your automatics
I've had it up to here, you are in danger
You stand clear, no hugs 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 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.