Luyện nghe bài hát Move On Remix

[Joe Frequency!

[Joell
YAOWA! up my nigga?
You say name is John?
Ortiz
Yeah yeah I know, I'm familiar with the shit
I know you gon' ask
I got you, don't even it

No I don't respond answers that fit a script
So the repetition'll make a flip
We in the of smoke and mirrors, those engineerin a bigger spliff
blowin out they mouth, gettin praised but the shit'll shift
I never lived a myth, if I it I did it
Never alleged, word to dead I a fifth (boom!)
I made my housing tenement a strip, movin medicine and
When I seen 'em I jetted from them pricks (ohh!)
And still to this day though she clean I wish my mommy sniffed
But the hurt is me better with this gift (look)
I'm live with this ink you could, die in a and
got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and
Motherfucker sometimes I cry when I and
Y'all ain't there when them tears bein dried by the (damn)
It was cold in the winter, my community centers who me dinner
I ain't mind, my table chairs me splinters (haha!)
Set up to be loser but was made to be a (look)
If paint hip-hop I bet my face be in the picture
If they wrote a rap bible bet my be in the scriptures
If shorty say I'm her idol bet her face be in my (woo!)
I came a long way the staples in my scrilla
on my pants, hardly had a gut
The ladies ain't dance so house parties would suck
All my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a
Nah I ain't complainin, tellin y'all what it is
So if goin through it now just know that another kid
made outta nothin, well I'm frontin, I was never nothin
ladies used to tell 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 passin gas
When I I'm the definition of mastered craft
And all y'all ask about is motherfucker move on!

[Chorus: Iyana + Iffy]
I'm tryin to be, more 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

[Joe
I gotta give my own
Since niggaz that do my interviews on whatever's miniscule (like!)
Or me as a cynical, but the canvas'll limit you (dawg)
You can't go beyond there's no limit to
If I think hip-hop is dead I it's being revived
And comes from me being inside
Where the demons get by, see 'em good-bye, if I'm vehement why
Come hearin it seein ve-nom-ous lies (oh!)
So the beast in me cries, when it's all you hear
Shit can overbear, when the obey near
And so I try to think straight when you stare in the rear
Rest in peace Shakir, nigga yeah!
I'm on another label, not other label
That mean no longer my problem, it's theirs
Some say a conspirac'
I say if e'rybody's on the throne, that's just more motive to the heir
Ask me "Pump it Up" and I'ma think you SHEEP
Or you not know 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 beliefs (why?)
Cause they was steppin, I showed 'em how to leap (ohh!)
Ask me about swag - I'ma the topic to lyrics
and brag, plus look at you like a fag
I love e'rybody, don't ask who I beefed with
They burned the but they was standin underneath it
I'm on my grind, Benjamin
Was old since I was young, call me Button
And stop slang just for you to be cool
I go BACK to when it was cool to be you
I'm a (nah)
No I mean I'm from "Heroes," y'all chase zeroes
Muh'fucker I just got finished hatin ME feelin like a
They played DeNiro, never there though
So before your next thought,
it's MUCH more to me than the man
Either that or on

Da 5'9"]
My rhyme's of Scarface and Preme's soul
Before Jordan was wearin fo'-five, I just like this, I just seem old
But I had to the blood of a Dirty motherfucker
to suffer clean clothes and touch what a holds
The real market is harsh, everything goes
foes to who you was doin everything fo'
But I cut 'em off and on to the new checks
New friends my new ends with new threats
Watchin my fold, like a stack of bills
in the pocket of who ain't tryin to push up
But we the
You handle this shit if you was standin before us carryin a pooper-scoop
You dealt with shady shit? I dealt with shit
But I'm the only one can truly say I with Shady's shit (that's me!)
I mean that all respect to Paul and Sheck
But and Marshall 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 street
Cause I can change into anything niggaz me to be like Mystique
I don't gotta dig
To realize Slim bought Big Proof a big
Because he it; how can I mourn
the same way Shady did over him he knew him when he attended Osbourne? (yes!)
Marshall I'm sorry (sorry) I knew it left (left)
I ain't into fuckin my family incest
If you remember Ice used to be my life's
Tell Hailie my wife had a princess
Since I made up with Em it's else
that I can on from, so who wants some?
Like a jar of Grey
You gotta ask anybody in any car, one of them on

I]
When picture my interviews
They think I'm in a swimmin pool women who been abused
So they turn into makin they livin in the nude
One in the middle blowin my inner tube, the interviewer's gettin ridiculed
Is this vision? Cool; let me give you a little jewel
Any dude who wanna sit in my tennis shoes is SCREWS
Don't get it misconstrued, get this shit confused
I'm two seconds prison food, I'm a different dude!
Pistol in my reach man, still in Long man
if my grind don't help me get out, my speech can
I been in the streets than Yao Ming's wingspan
You can be MTV, I'll be
I deal politics, bandannas and hollow tips
Half you rappers follow this, role models can DICK!
Was stressed out cash flow
used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholes
Rap a dance while I'm targetin cops
Spit some for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant 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!)
memory under my Dodger hat's a nightmare!
As a kid I had to steal
And now the question you have to ask me, "Is this a real necklace?
Where's your beat from Dre? Your feature Cube?"
These leave people confused
Cause they know I speakers abused, I eat the EQs
I eat through the beat, what's the secret? I think the SHOES!
Back in Cali niggaz blaze and
Waitin on "Detox" to the West, ha ha
Even if the shit is dope it ain't you niggaz hope
your signature's wrote on a check from Interscope
NOPE! on

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

SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!