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 ned the wino
For black albino, I'm suicide on vinyle
The type of shit you have to keep away from my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, check my
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an mc's 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, your tv is on, I react freakin' to songs
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly brake
Bones back, chinky eyed 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, 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, hard core for an image
I'm 'em the beast wompin' 'em
Brain damage is caused, drop they drawers to the ground
I be's the like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black

Somebody me I'm smoking like mask
Shut mouth, he's a bad, uh, like shaft
The e-double bring the material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic whisky type 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 rules the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil like a combustion, eruption
no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to maintain
They be 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 your automatics
I've had it up to here, you are in danger
You better stand clear, no 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 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
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'
y'all feel this. I feel you.