Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

I rule the world like kurtis blow my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, style stagger like ned the wino
For black albino, I'm suicide on vinyle
The type of antidope you have to keep away from my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, my steez
My are like 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, karrot automatic, 45 nigga
So ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, I react to songs
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly vertibraes
Bones back, chinky eyed like I blow states off the map
by eye contact

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

sermon:
Yeah, I shut things for the moment, what?
Paying my does for them fake ass (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the shit y'all
Gimmicks, hard lyrics for an image
I'm stompin' 'em the wompin' 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the
I the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black

Somebody stop me I'm smoking like
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like
The e-double bring the material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic whisky type funk for sissys (word up)
Huh, I take it to the streets, if you can't run up on my 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
starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it's to maintain
They be me, trying to preach to me, teach to me
I got a phd in
You got your bachelors and your in the field of dramatics
The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so your automatics
I've had it up to here, you are in danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream
just ain't ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit
Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits hits
And what's goin' on in your I can feel it
Tremors in the has caused for the healin'

(x4)

You what 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 fall things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce.
This y'all feel this. I you.