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 blown
I'm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the
For black albino, I'm like suicide on
The type of antidope you have to keep away from my nose
And I'm the, rhymer, check my steez
My vocals are vaginas, wet an mc's when they open
My identities, blows to ememies please test these abilities
I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, automatic, 45 nigga 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 best to 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 to be the shit 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 be's the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two

Somebody me I'm smoking like mask
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like
The e-double the dopest material, way out cosmic type
whisky type funk for your sissys (word up)
Huh, I it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf then 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 to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to maintain
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 field of
The lyrical are bringing the static the attic, so cock your automatics
had it up to here, you niggas are in danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and 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 what's goin' on in mind I can feel it
in the body has caused for the healin'

(x4)

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