Luyện nghe bài hát Move On Remix

[Joe Frequency!

[Joell
YAOWA! What's up my
You say name is John?
Joell
Yeah yeah I know, I'm familiar with the interview
I what you gon' ask
I got you, don't stress it

No I don't respond with answers that fit a
So the repetition'll make a nigga
We in the of smoke and mirrors, those engineerin a bigger spliff
blowin circles out they mouth, gettin praised but the shit'll
I never a myth, if I said it I did it
alleged, word to dead I gripped a fifth (boom!)
I made my housing tenement a strip, movin medicine and
I seen 'em comin I jetted from them pricks (ohh!)
And still to this day she clean I wish my mommy never sniffed
But the hurt is makin me better with gift (look)
I'm with this ink you could, die in a blink and
Y'all got the to ask me why do I drink and
sometimes I cry when I think and
Y'all ain't there when them tears bein by the sink (damn)
It was cold in the winter, my centers who gave me dinner
I ain't mind, my chairs gave me splinters (haha!)
Set up to be loser but was to be a winner (look)
If they paint hip-hop I bet my face be in the
If they wrote a rap bible bet my name be in the
If shorty say I'm her idol bet her face be in my (woo!)
I came a long way from the in my scrilla
on my pants, hardly had a gut
The ladies wanna dance so house parties would suck
All my on the wall, I'm in the hall with a couple
Nah I complainin, just tellin y'all what it is
So if y'all through it now just know that another kid
made somethin outta nothin, well I'm frontin, I was nothin
Older ladies used to my mother "Ain't he somethin?" (oww)
I at a lot of you cats and laugh
Cause I'm the shit man, and y'all ain't even gas
I spit I'm the definition of mastered craft
And all y'all ask is Aftermath motherfucker move on!

[Chorus: Iyana Dean +
I'm tryin to be, than what it is you see
For every take, do it just like
But I let it hold me down, I turn it all around
I'm movin on, oh-ah, oh-ahhhh, yes I'm on

Budden]
I gotta my own interview
Since niggaz that do my interviews focus on whatever's (like!)
Or paint me as a cynical, but the canvas'll you (dawg)
You can't go beyond what there's no to
If I think hip-hop is dead I think it's being
And that comes from me being
the demons get by, see 'em good-bye, if I'm vehement here's why
Come hearin it seein ve-nom-ous lies (oh!)
So the in me cries, cause when it's all you hear
can overbear, just when the obey near
And so I try to think straight cause you stare in the rear
in peace Stewart Shakir, nigga yeah!
I'm on another label, not other label
That it's no longer my problem, it's theirs
Some say it's a
I say if e'rybody's on the throne, just more motive to kill the heir
Ask me 'bout "Pump it Up" and I'ma think you
Or you must not I'm DEEP!
I'm so off of music so y'all could every week
Me? I got my lil' man every week
Jersey City loves me despite y'all (why?)
Cause they was baby steppin, I 'em how to leap (ohh!)
Ask me about swag - I'ma the topic to lyrics
and then brag, plus look at you a fag
I love e'rybody, don't ask who I beefed with
They the bridge but they was standin underneath it
I'm on my grind, huntin
Was old I was young, call me Benjamin Button
And stop slang just for you to be cool
Cause I go to when it was cool to be you
I'm a (nah)
No I mean I'm Hiro from "Heroes," chase zeroes
Muh'fucker I got finished hatin ME feelin like a zero
They played DeNiro, been there though
So before next thought, understand
it's MUCH more to me than the man
Either that or on

Da 5'9"]
My reflection of Scarface and Preme's soul
Before Jordan was wearin fo'-five, I look like this, I just seem old
But I had to bleed the blood of a motherfucker
to clean clothes and touch what a king holds
The real market is harsh, everything goes
from to who you was doin everything fo'
But I cut 'em off and on to the new checks
New friends chasin my new ends new threats
Watchin my dreams fold, like a of bills
in the pocket of who ain't tryin to up daffodils
But we the
You couldn't handle this shit if you was before us carryin a pooper-scoop
You dealt with shit? I dealt with Shady shit
But I'm the only one can truly say I dealt Shady's shit (that's me!)
I mean that with all respect to Paul and
But Ryan and is all you get (that's it)
My flow's superb, I love Rosenberg
I say in a track, those just words (woo!)
Baby boy forgive me, I'm just
Cause I can change anything niggaz want me to be like Mystique
I don't gotta dig
To Slim bought Big Proof a big jeep
Because he it; how can I mourn
the same way did over him when he knew him when he attended Osbourne? (yes!)
Marshall I'm sorry (sorry) I it went left (left)
I into fuckin my family like incest
If you remember Ice used to be my interest
Hailie my wife just had a princess
Since I made up with Em it's else
that I can move on from, so who wants
Like a jar of Grey
You gotta ask in any car, one of them move on

I]
When fans my interviews
They think I'm in a swimmin pool with who been abused
So they turn strippers makin they livin in the nude
One in the blowin my inner tube, while the interviewer's gettin ridiculed
Is your vision? Cool; let me give you a little jewel
Any dude who wanna sit in my shoes is missin SCREWS
get it misconstrued, don't get this shit confused
I'm two seconds prison food, I'm a different dude!
Pistol in my reach man, in Long Beach man
Hopin if my grind don't me get out, my speech can
I in the streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspan
You can be MTV, I'll be
I with politics, bandannas and hollow tips
you rappers follow this, role models can swallow DICK!
Was stressed out over flow
Hip-Hop to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholes
Rap about a dance I'm targetin cops
Spit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the with shots
Make him a (Ghost) like he of The Lox
I won't stop recordin, I'm makin songs harder than 'Pac's
If it don't happen, at least a nigga know he there (I'm right there!)
Every memory under my hat's a nightmare!
As a kid I had to breakfast
And now the best question you have to ask me, "Is this a necklace?
Where's your beat from Dre? Your feature Cube?"
These things leave people
Cause know I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQs
I eat through the beat, what's the secret? I think the SHOES!
Back in niggaz blaze and stress
Waitin on "Detox" to the West, ha ha
Even if the is dope it ain't givin you niggaz hope
unless your signature's on a check from Interscope
NOPE! on

[Crooked I - Chorus]
Move on West, Coast,
West Coast on
And all shit in the past about me bein on Death Row?
on

SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!