Luyện nghe bài hát Move On

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

I the world like kurtis blow with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, style stagger like ned the wino
For black albino, I'm suicide on vinyle
The type of antidope shit you have to away from my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, check my
My are like vaginas, wet an mc's when they open
My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these
I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 slugger
So ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, I react to songs
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly vertibraes
Bones back, chinky eyed like 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?
my does for them fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the shit stop
Gimmicks, hard lyrics for an image
I'm 'em the beast wompin' 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls they drawers to the ground
I be's the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be off like two black

Somebody stop me I'm smoking mask
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like
The e-double the dopest material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic whisky funk for your sissys (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 year, he's fuckin' history

(x4)

Strick nine the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion,
Insane no pressure no pain, falling off it's strain to maintain
be killing 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 the attic, so cock your automatics
I've had it up to here, you niggas are in
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream
They just ain't for this, cause I'm nice as shit
Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits after
And what's goin' on in mind I can feel it
Tremors in the body has caused for the

(x4)

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