Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

I rule the world like kurtis blow my afro blown
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 to keep away from my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, my steez
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an when they open
My identities, blows facilities to ememies test these abilities
I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, automatic, 45 nigga slugger
So ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, I react freakin' to
When bitches see me perform, say I strickly brake vertibraes
Bones back, eyed like japs I blow states off the map
by eye contact

Don't get it twisted and if you do, you to move on move on
"rock, on" - redman (x4)

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

Somebody stop me I'm smoking like
Shut 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 it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf then get some

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

(x4)

Strick nine rules the on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion,
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas off it's strain to maintain
They be killing me, trying to to me, teach to me
I got a phd in
You got bachelors and your masters in the field of dramatics
The lyrical are bringing the static the attic, so cock your automatics
I've had it up to here, you are in danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss america
just ain't ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit
Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be hits after hits
And what's on in your mind I can feel it
Tremors in the body has caused for the

(x4)

You know what I'm sayin'? things is hot in the tunnel out in here you
I'm sayin'? ah, n-y-c streets is love, it's hot in the summer, um,
Spring, winter and fall things are lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin'
This feel this. I feel you.