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 blown
I'm out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the wino
For black albino, I'm like on vinyle
The type of antidope shit you have to keep from my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, my steez
My vocals are vaginas, wet an mc's when they open
My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test abilities
I'm rugged, I a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga slugger
So ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, I react to songs
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 on move on
"rock, rock on" - (x4)

Erick
Yeah, I shut down things for the moment,
Paying my does for them ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the y'all stop
Gimmicks, hard lyrics for an image
I'm stompin' 'em the beast '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 stop me I'm like mask
Shut mouth, he's a bad, uh, like shaft
The bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type
whisky type funk for your sissys (word up)
Huh, I take it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf get some

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

(x4)

Strick nine the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to like a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it's to maintain
They be killing me, trying to to me, teach to me
I got a phd in
You got your bachelors and your masters in the of dramatics
The lyrical are bringing the static 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
be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits after hits
And what's goin' on in your I can feel it
Tremors in the has caused for the healin'

(x4)

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