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 blown
I'm out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the wino
For black albino, I'm like on vinyle
The type of antidope shit you have to keep from my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, check my
My vocals are vaginas, wet an mc's when they open
My identities, blows facilities to please test these abilities
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
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly vertibraes
Bones back, chinky like japs I blow states off the map
by eye contact

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

Erick
Yeah, I shut down 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
Brain damage is caused, girls drop drawers to the ground
I the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black

Somebody stop me I'm smoking mask
your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like shaft
The e-double bring the 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 then get

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

(x4)

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

(x4)

You know I'm sayin'? 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 things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin'
This y'all this. I feel you.