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 kurtis blow with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, drunk style like ned the wino
For black albino, I'm suicide on vinyle
The type of antidope shit you have to keep away from my
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, my steez
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an mc's when they
My identities, blows facilities to please 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 freakin' to
When see me perform, bitches say I strickly brake vertibraes
back, chinky eyed like 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 things for the moment,
Paying my for them fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the y'all stop
Gimmicks, hard lyrics for an image
I'm stompin' 'em the beast 'em
Brain damage is caused, drop they drawers to the ground
I be's the effect like wrecks, rhyme be shooting off like two black

Somebody stop me I'm smoking like
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like
The bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic whisky type funk for 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 mind on the of destruction
Blood starts to boil a lyrical combustion, eruption
no pressure no pain, niggas falling 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 bachelors and your in the field of dramatics
The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so your automatics
I've had it up to here, you niggas are in
You better clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream 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 mind I can feel it
Tremors in the has caused for the healin'

(x4)

You know what I'm 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 lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin'
y'all feel this. I feel you.