Luyện nghe bài hát Move On Remix

[Joe Frequency!

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

No I don't respond answers that fit a script
So the make a nigga flip
We in the game of smoke and mirrors, those engineerin a bigger
blowin circles out they mouth, gettin praised but the shift
I never a myth, if I said it I did it
Never alleged, to dead I gripped a fifth (boom!)
I made my housing tenement a strip, movin medicine and
When I 'em comin I jetted from them pricks (ohh!)
And still to this day though she clean I wish my mommy never
But the hurt is makin me better with this (look)
I'm with this ink you could, die in a blink and
got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and
Motherfucker sometimes I cry I think and
Y'all ain't there when them tears bein by the sink (damn)
It was cold in the winter, my community centers who me dinner
I ain't mind, my chairs gave me splinters (haha!)
Set up to be loser but was made to be a (look)
If they paint I bet my face be in the picture
If wrote a rap bible bet my name 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 ain't wanna dance so house parties would suck
All my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a
Nah I complainin, just tellin y'all what it is
So if y'all goin through it now 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 look at a lot of you and laugh
Cause I'm the shit man, and y'all ain't passin gas
When I spit I'm the definition of craft
And all ask about is Aftermath motherfucker move on!

[Chorus: Iyana + Iffy]
I'm to be, more than what it is you see
For take, do it just like eternally
But I won't let it hold me down, I 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 focus on whatever's miniscule (like!)
Or me as a cynical, but the canvas'll limit you (dawg)
You can't go what there's no limit to
If I think hip-hop is dead I think being revived
And that comes from me being
Where the demons get by, see 'em good-bye, if I'm vehement why
Come from hearin it seein lies (oh!)
So the in me cries, cause when it's all you hear
Shit can overbear, just when the near
And so I try to think straight cause you stare in the rear
Rest in peace Stewart Shakir, yeah!
I'm on another label, not that other
That it's no longer my problem, it's theirs
Some say it's a
I say if e'rybody's on the throne, that's just more to kill the heir
Ask me 'bout "Pump it Up" and think you SHEEP
Or you not know I'm DEEP!
I'm so off of music so y'all SoundScan every week
Me? I just got my lil' man every
Jersey City me despite y'all beliefs (why?)
Cause they was baby steppin, I 'em how to leap (ohh!)
Ask me about - I'ma change the topic to lyrics
and brag, plus look at you like a fag
I e'rybody, don't ask 'bout who I beefed with
burned the bridge but they was standin underneath it
I'm on my grind, huntin
Was old I was young, call me Benjamin Button
And usin slang just for you to be cool
Cause I go BACK to when it was to be you
I'm a (nah)
No I mean I'm Hiro from "Heroes," chase zeroes
Muh'fucker I just got finished hatin ME like a zero
They played DeNiro, been there though
So your next thought, understand
Know MUCH more to me than the man
Either or move on

Da 5'9"]
My rhyme's of Scarface and Preme's soul
Before Jordan was wearin fo'-five, I just look this, I just seem old
But I had to bleed the blood of a motherfucker
to suffer clean clothes and touch a king holds
The real market is harsh, everything goes
from foes to who you was doin 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 stack of
in the of who ain't tryin to push up daffodils
But we the
You couldn't handle this shit if you was standin us carryin a pooper-scoop
You dealt with shady shit? I dealt Shady shit
But I'm the only one can truly say I dealt with Shady's (that's me!)
I mean that all respect to Paul and Sheck
But Ryan and is all you get (that's it)
My flow's superb, I Paulie Rosenberg
What I say in a track, just words (woo!)
Baby boy me, I'm just street
I can change into anything niggaz want me to be like Mystique
I don't gotta dig
To realize Slim 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 knew it went (left)
I into fuckin my family like incest
If you remember Ice to be my life's interest
Tell my wife just had a princess
Since I made up with Em it's nothin
that I can move on from, so who wants
Like a jar of Poupon
You gotta ask anybody in any car, one of them on

I]
When fans picture my
think I'm in a swimmin pool with women who been abused
So they into strippers makin they livin in the nude
One in the middle blowin my inner tube, while the gettin ridiculed
Is this your vision? Cool; let me 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 from prison food, I'm a different dude!
Pistol in my man, still in Long Beach man
Hopin if my grind help me get out, my speech can
I been in the streets longer than Yao wingspan
You can be MTV, I'll be
I with politics, bandannas and hollow tips
Half you rappers follow this, role can swallow DICK!
Was stressed out over flow
used 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 sergeant with
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 breakfast
And now the best question you to ask me, "Is this a real necklace?
Where's your beat from Dre? feature from Cube?"
These things leave confused
Cause they know I leave abused, I eat the EQs
I eat through the beat, what's the I think it's the SHOES!
in Cali niggaz blaze and stress
Waitin on "Detox" to the West, ha ha
Even if the shit is dope it ain't you niggaz hope
unless your signature's wrote on a from Interscope
NOPE! on

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

SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!