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 stagger ned the wino
For black albino, I'm like on vinyle
The type of shit you have to keep away from my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, check my
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an mc's when they
My identities, facilities to ememies 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 freakin' to songs
When bitches see me perform, 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 best to move on on
"rock, rock on" - (x4)

Erick
Yeah, I shut things for the moment, what?
Paying my does for fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be to be the shit y'all stop
Gimmicks, hard core for an image
I'm stompin' 'em the beast 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the
I be's the effect like wrecks, rhyme be shooting off like two black

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

(x4)

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