Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

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

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

Erick
Yeah, I down things for the moment, what?
Paying my for them fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the y'all stop
Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an
I'm 'em the beast wompin' 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the
I be's the effect like wrecks, rhyme be shooting off like two black

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
Alcoholic type funk for your 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 this year, fuckin' history

(x4)

Strick nine rules the on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to like a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to
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 automatics
I've had it up to here, you are in danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no and kiss mainstream america
They just ain't ready for this, 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 you know
What I'm ah, n-y-c streets is love, it's hot in the summer, um,
Spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sauce. doin'
This feel this. I feel you.