Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

I rule the world like kurtis blow my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, drunk style like ned the wino
For albino, I'm like suicide on vinyle
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 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 bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly brake
back, chinky eyed 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 down things for the moment, what?
Paying my does for them ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the shit stop
Gimmicks, hard core for an image
I'm stompin' 'em the wompin' 'em
damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground
I be's the effect wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black

Somebody stop me I'm smoking mask
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, shaft
The e-double bring the dopest material, way out type
Alcoholic whisky type funk for your (word up)
Huh, I take it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf then get

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

(x4)

Strick nine the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption
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 your and your masters in the field of dramatics
The are bringing the static from the attic, so cock your automatics
had it up to here, you niggas are in danger
You better clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream america
They just ain't 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 I can feel it
Tremors in the body has for the healin'

(x4)

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