Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

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

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

sermon:
Yeah, I shut things for the moment, what?
my does for them fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the shit y'all
Gimmicks, hard lyrics for an image
I'm stompin' 'em the beast 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls drop they to the ground
I the effect 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 dopest material, way out type
whisky type funk for your sissys (word up)
Huh, I it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf then get some

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

(x4)

Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of
Blood starts to boil a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to
be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me
I got a phd in
You got your bachelors and your 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 clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream america
They just ain't for this, cause I'm nice as shit
Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits after
And what's goin' on in your I can feel it
in the body 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, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sauce. doin'
This y'all this. I feel you.