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

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 claimin' to be the shit stop
Gimmicks, hard core for an image
I'm stompin' 'em the beast 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls drop drawers to the ground
I be's the like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black

Somebody me I'm smoking like mask
Shut mouth, he's a bad, uh, like shaft
The e-double bring the dopest material, way out type
Alcoholic whisky type funk for your (word up)
Huh, I take it to the streets, if you run up on my turf then get some

I let one nigga slide in 93, but this year, 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 me, trying 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
had it up to here, you niggas are in danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream
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 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 sayin'? ah, n-y-c is love, it's hot in the summer, um,
Spring, winter and fall are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin'
This feel this. I feel you.