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

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

Erick
Yeah, I shut down for the moment, what?
Paying my for them fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the shit stop
Gimmicks, core lyrics for an image
I'm stompin' 'em the beast 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls they drawers to the ground
I be's the effect like wrecks, skills be shooting off like two black

Somebody stop me I'm smoking like
Shut your mouth, a bad, uh, like shaft
The e-double bring the dopest material, way out type
Alcoholic type funk for your sissys (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, he's fuckin'

(x4)

Strick rules the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no 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 bachelors and your masters in the field of dramatics
The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so cock your
had it up to here, you niggas are in danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss america
just ain't ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit
Niggas be fits, the squad of def be smacking hits after hits
And what's goin' on in your mind I can it
Tremors in the has caused for the healin'

(x4)

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