Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

I rule the world like blow with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the
For black albino, I'm like suicide on
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 please test abilities
I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga
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 and if you do, you best to move on move on
"rock, rock on" - (x4)

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

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

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

(x4)

Strick nine rules the mind on the of destruction
Blood starts to boil a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, falling off it's strain to maintain
They be killing me, trying to to me, teach to me
I got a phd in
You got your bachelors and your masters in the of dramatics
The are bringing the static from the attic, so cock your automatics
I've had it up to here, you are in danger
You stand clear, no hugs no love 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 smacking hits after
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 are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin'
This feel this. I feel you.