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 like blow with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, style stagger like ned the wino
For black albino, I'm like suicide on
The type of antidope shit you have to keep away my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, my steez
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an mc's when open
My identities, blows facilities to ememies please these abilities
I'm rugged, I a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga 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 to move on move on
"rock, rock on" - (x4)

Erick
Yeah, I shut down 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 'em the beast wompin' 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the
I be's the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off two black

Somebody me I'm smoking like mask
your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like shaft
The e-double the dopest material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic type 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 this year, he's history

(x4)

Strick nine rules the on the verge of destruction
starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off 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 masters in the of dramatics
The lyrical are the static from the attic, so cock your automatics
I've had it up to here, you are in danger
You better stand clear, no no love and kiss mainstream america
just ain't ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit
Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits hits
And goin' on in your mind I can feel it
Tremors in the has caused for the healin'

(x4)

You know what I'm 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, and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin'
This feel this. I feel you.