Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

I rule the world like kurtis blow with my afro
I'm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the
For black albino, I'm like on vinyle
The type of antidope shit you have to keep away my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, check my
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an mc's when open
My identities, facilities to ememies please test these abilities
I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga
So ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, I freakin' to songs
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I 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 to move on move on
"rock, on" - redman (x4)

sermon:
Yeah, I shut down things for the moment,
Paying my for them fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the y'all stop
Gimmicks, hard lyrics for an image
I'm stompin' 'em the wompin' 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the
I be's the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two

Somebody me I'm smoking like mask
your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like shaft
The bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic whisky funk for your sissys (word up)
Huh, I take it to the streets, if you run up on my turf then get some

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

(x4)

Strick rules the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion,
Insane no pressure no pain, falling off it's strain to maintain
be killing me, trying to preach 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
had it up to here, you niggas are in danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and mainstream america
They just ain't ready for this, cause I'm as shit
Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be hits after hits
And goin' on in your mind 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
What I'm sayin'? ah, n-y-c is love, it's hot in the summer, um,
Spring, winter and things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin'
This y'all this. I feel you.