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 you have to keep away from my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, my steez
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an mc's when open
My identities, facilities to ememies please test these abilities
I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga
So thee alarm, when your tv is on, I react freakin' to songs
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I brake vertibraes
Bones back, chinky eyed japs I blow states off the map
Just by eye

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

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

Somebody stop me I'm smoking like
your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like shaft
The bring the dopest 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 slide in 93, but this year, he's fuckin' history

(x4)

Strick nine the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil like a combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas 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 masters in the field of
The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so your 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 ready for this, I'm nice as shit
be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits after hits
And what's goin' on in your I can feel it
Tremors in the body has for the healin'

(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'
y'all feel this. I feel you.