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 like blow with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, drunk stagger like ned the wino
For black albino, I'm like suicide on
The type of antidope shit you have to away from my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, my steez
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an when they open
My identities, blows to ememies please test these abilities
I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 slugger
So ring thee alarm, your tv is on, I react freakin' to songs
When bitches see me perform, say I strickly 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, on" - redman (x4)

sermon:
Yeah, I shut down for the moment, what?
Paying my does for fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be to be the shit y'all stop
Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an
I'm stompin' 'em the wompin' 'em
Brain is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground
I be's the effect like wrecks, rhyme be shooting off like two black

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

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

(x4)

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

(x4)

You know what I'm sayin'? things is hot in the tunnel out in here you
What I'm 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.