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 the world like kurtis blow with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, drunk style like ned the wino
For black albino, I'm like suicide on
The type of antidope shit you have to keep away my nose
And I'm the, rhymer, check my steez
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an mc's when open
My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test abilities
I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga
So ring alarm, when your tv is on, I react freakin' to songs
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I brake vertibraes
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 on move on
"rock, rock on" - (x4)

sermon:
Yeah, I shut down for the moment, what?
Paying my does for fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the shit y'all
Gimmicks, core lyrics for an image
I'm 'em the beast wompin' 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls 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 like
Shut your mouth, a bad, uh, like shaft
The bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic whisky funk 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 rules the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion,
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 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 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 after hits
And what's goin' on in your mind I can it
Tremors in the body has for the healin'

(x4)

You know what I'm things is hot in the tunnel out in here 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, & sour sauce. doin'
This y'all feel this. I you.