Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

I rule the world like kurtis with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, drunk style like ned the wino
For albino, I'm like suicide on vinyle
The type of antidope shit you to keep away 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 pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 slugger
So thee alarm, when your tv is on, I react freakin' to songs
When see me perform, bitches say I strickly brake vertibraes
Bones back, chinky like japs I blow states off the map
by eye contact

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

sermon:
Yeah, I shut things for the moment, what?
Paying my does for them 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
damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground
I be's the effect wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black

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

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

(x4)

Strick rules the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off strain to maintain
They be me, trying to preach to me, teach to me
I got a phd in
You got your and your masters in the field of dramatics
The are bringing the static from the attic, so cock your automatics
had it up to here, you niggas are in danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and mainstream america
They just ain't ready for this, I'm nice as shit
Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be hits after hits
And what's on in your mind I can feel it
Tremors in the has caused for the healin'

(x4)

You know what I'm sayin'? things is hot in the out in here you know
What I'm ah, n-y-c streets is love, it's hot in the summer, um,
Spring, and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin'
This y'all this. I feel you.