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 kurtis blow with my afro
I'm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger ned the wino
For albino, I'm like 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 vaginas, wet an mc's when they open
My identities, blows facilities to please test these abilities
I'm rugged, I a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga slugger
So ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, I freakin' to songs
bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly brake vertibraes
Bones back, 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)

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

Somebody stop me I'm smoking mask
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, shaft
The bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic type funk for your sissys (word up)
Huh, I take it to the streets, if you run up on my turf then get some

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

(x4)

Strick rules the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion,
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas off it's strain to maintain
They be killing me, to preach to me, teach to me
I got a phd in
You got your and your masters in the field of dramatics
The lyrical are the static from the attic, so cock your automatics
I've had it up to here, you niggas are in
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream
They just ain't for this, cause I'm nice as shit
Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be smacking 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 out in here you know
What I'm sayin'? ah, n-y-c streets is love, hot in the summer, um,
Spring, winter and fall things are lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin'
This y'all feel this. I you.