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 blow with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, style stagger like ned the wino
For albino, I'm like suicide on vinyle
The type of antidope shit you have to keep away from my
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, my steez
My vocals are vaginas, wet an mc's when they open
My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these
I'm rugged, I a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga 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 eyed like japs I 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)

sermon:
Yeah, I shut down for the moment, what?
Paying my does for them fake ass (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the y'all stop
Gimmicks, hard core for an image
I'm 'em the beast wompin' 'em
Brain is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground
I be's the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off 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 get some

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

(x4)

Strick nine rules the on the verge of destruction
starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to
They be killing me, to preach to me, teach 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
had it up to here, you niggas are in danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and mainstream america
just ain't ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit
Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be hits after hits
And what's goin' on in your mind I can it
Tremors in the has caused for the healin'

(x4)

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