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 the world like kurtis blow with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger ned the wino
For black albino, I'm like on vinyle
The type of antidope shit you to keep away from my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, check my
My vocals are vaginas, wet an mc's when they open
My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test abilities
I'm rugged, I a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga slugger
So ring thee alarm, your tv is on, I react freakin' to songs
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 on move on
"rock, rock on" - (x4)

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

Somebody me I'm smoking like mask
Shut mouth, he's a bad, uh, like shaft
The e-double bring the material, way out cosmic type
whisky type funk for your sissys (word up)
Huh, I take it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf get some

I let one nigga slide in 93, but year, he's fuckin' history

(x4)

Strick rules the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion,
Insane no 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 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 stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream america
They ain't ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit
Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits hits
And what's on in your mind 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 sayin'? ah, n-y-c streets is love, hot in the summer, um,
Spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sauce. doin'
This feel this. I feel you.