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 the world like kurtis blow with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, style stagger like ned the wino
For black albino, I'm like suicide on
The type of antidope shit you have to keep away from my
And I'm the, rhymer, check my steez
My vocals are 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, karrot automatic, 45 slugger
So ring thee alarm, your tv is on, I react freakin' to songs
bitches see me perform, bitches 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 move on on
"rock, rock on" - (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 y'all
Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an
I'm stompin' 'em the beast 'em
damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground
I be's the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be off like two black

Somebody stop me I'm smoking like
your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like shaft
The bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic type 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 nigga slide in 93, but this year, he's fuckin'

(x4)

Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of
Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion,
Insane no pressure no pain, falling off it's strain to maintain
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 field of
The lyrical are the static from the attic, so cock your automatics
I've had it up to here, you are in danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss america
They just ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit
be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits after hits
And what's goin' on in your I can feel it
in the body has caused for the healin'

(x4)

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