Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

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

Don't get it twisted and if you do, you to move on move on
"rock, on" - redman (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 stop
Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an
I'm stompin' 'em the beast 'em
damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground
I be's the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two

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

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

(x4)

Strick rules the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas off it's strain to maintain
They be killing me, trying to to me, teach to me
I got a phd in
You got your and your masters in the field of dramatics
The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so cock automatics
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 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 know what I'm sayin'? things is hot in the tunnel out in here you
What I'm sayin'? ah, n-y-c streets is love, hot in the summer, um,
Spring, winter and things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin'
This feel this. I feel you.