Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

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

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

Erick
Yeah, I shut down things for the moment,
Paying my does for fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be to be the shit y'all stop
Gimmicks, hard lyrics for an image
I'm 'em the beast wompin' 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls drop 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
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like
The e-double bring the 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 then get some

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

(x4)

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

(x4)

You know what I'm things 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, and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin'
This y'all this. I feel you.