Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

I rule the like kurtis blow with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, drunk style like ned the wino
For black albino, I'm suicide 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 vaginas, wet an mc's when they 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 react freakin' to
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I brake vertibraes
back, chinky eyed like japs I blow states off the map
Just by eye

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

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

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

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

(x4)

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

(x4)

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