Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

I rule the like 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 vaginas, wet an mc's 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 your tv is on, I react to songs
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly vertibraes
Bones back, chinky eyed like japs I states off the map
by eye contact

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

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

Somebody me I'm smoking like mask
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, shaft
The e-double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic
Alcoholic whisky type 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 slide in 93, but this year, he's fuckin' history

(x4)

Strick nine rules the on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, falling off it's strain to maintain
be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me
I got a phd in
You got your bachelors and your masters in the 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 stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream america
They just ready 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 mind 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 ah, n-y-c streets is love, it's hot in the summer, um,
Spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sauce. doin'
This y'all feel this. I you.