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, style stagger like ned the wino
For black albino, I'm suicide on vinyle
The type of antidope shit you to keep away from my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, check my
My vocals are vaginas, wet an mc's when they open
My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test abilities
I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, automatic, 45 nigga slugger
So thee alarm, when your tv is on, I react freakin' to songs
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly 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 to move on move on
"rock, on" - redman (x4)

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

Somebody stop me I'm like mask
your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like shaft
The bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type
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 this year, he's fuckin'

(x4)

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

(x4)

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