Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

(laughing) yeah, coming to you like, yeah, you know 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 stagger like ned the wino
For black albino, I'm like suicide on
The type of antidope shit you have to away from my nose
And I'm the, rhymer, check my steez
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an mc's when open
My identities, blows facilities to ememies test these abilities
I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, automatic, 45 nigga slugger
So ring thee alarm, when tv is on, I react freakin' to songs
bitches 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 move on on
"rock, rock on" - (x4)

Erick
Yeah, I down things for the moment, what?
Paying my does for them ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the shit stop
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 me I'm smoking like mask
your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like shaft
The bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic type funk 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, fuckin' history

(x4)

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

(x4)

You what I'm sayin'? 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 are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin'
This y'all feel this. I you.