Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

I rule the world kurtis blow with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, style stagger like ned the wino
For albino, I'm like suicide on vinyle
The type of antidope shit you have to keep away from my
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, check my
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an mc's when open
My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these
I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, automatic, 45 nigga slugger
So ring thee alarm, your tv is on, I react freakin' to songs
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly vertibraes
Bones back, chinky eyed like I blow states off the map
Just by eye

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

Erick
Yeah, I down things for the moment, what?
Paying my for them fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the shit stop
Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an
I'm 'em the beast wompin' 'em
Brain is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground
I be's the effect like wrecks, skills be shooting off like two black

Somebody stop me I'm smoking like
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like
The e-double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic
Alcoholic whisky type funk for your (word up)
Huh, I it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf then get some

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

(x4)

Strick rules the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil like a combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to
be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me
I got a phd in
You got your bachelors and masters in the field of dramatics
The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so cock 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, I'm nice as shit
Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits hits
And goin' on in your mind I can feel it
Tremors in the body has for the healin'

(x4)

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