Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts from The Ease

(mr.cheeks)
Yo, we come through like balls, nigga take two and pass,
Nigga, watch your back once you talk out ass
I up 3-80 and my stash for protection,
Family is raged, the is acting crazy
I never thought I'd it, it was hectic when I scrambled
On point like a knife life as a gamble
And living in the rotten apple, yo where every corner is
To all my niggas rest in peace to see you gone but not
Now my wife, dead as shaded bricks,
Official lost boyz the year of 86
And fuck these crooked I could kill em with a passion,
At I feel like slashing in jamaican queens fashion
You think you can around, but kid you're just thinking
It's over when I'm sober, when I'm drinking
With blinking man, I'll tare your crew like
rip you from the backyard of (? ) ...

(a+)
A plus the lyrically one, spittin rhymes
From the top of the tongue to burn ya ear
shit, make the opposite team call time out,
Knockin niggas three times my out
The crowd loves me, so when I around they ask for me,
I buckle up to kick rap a crash dummy
For the money, I get up in that ass money
The fact you tryin' to test me kinda me
I leave fed up, like handicap niggas tryin' to get up
Emcees get wet up lyrical gun pillars,
I blow up the when it's time to rock
I speak through a mic my voice out of one-hundred watts
Who cipher, I get dumb
to my mother my father the holy ghost and rev run,
When the source set it down, I'm inner
To cop the of verses that average emcees seem to worship

(redman)
My style is milking magnesia, divide speeding bust
The more the merrier, the area, my life familiar
Is superior we don't dont jack cars
We for air craft carriers
I bounce trampolines, when I be blowing the feces to pieces
Hymn em sewing machines and jesus
the shadows of the barrel pointing out my (? ) camarro
I get like (? ) for splittin'
better off singing christmas carols for christmas,
Because I'm on like bow and arrow equipment
The of chicken head conventions
I give you a ku kux legend
I got a headache from the stress, success not wearing a
5-11 for being dirty and of 9-30
Yo, mr.cheeks, I made this call police
She swallowing a nine piece
Forgot the warrantee on false
I return like makaveli on 18 inch
Assault and battery like my was ever ready
as mishedes
Matter of I slap (? ) ...

(canibus)
Canibus the sickest drama,
Fierce enough to the thickest armor
I smack who try to suck dick through the condom
with the mic is something I wont do
My concern when I approach you, is to roast you
I smoke you and whoever you standing to
And make every man in crew deny that he knows you
Defeating, niggas like steven,
Putting emcees in, positions to prevent them from
I'll make you question any and everything you've believed in
By peeping your secrets like psychic readers,
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter
the mutha fuckin wall with these raw lyrics I catapult
None of y'all got the balls big to battle,
I go on & on erykah badu
A hundred times than the best is
Twice as as krs is, who wanna test this
Fuck you don't impress me and no one can test me
An emcee so ill, I got aids scared to me
All that shit you poppin will stop, I put you in a headlock,
And apply pressure until I crush your mutha fuckin
I grab mics and push niggas to the
So fast hearts end up on the right side of their chests
My hypothesis, is that can see this
Lyrical genius, I got it sown like a
But if you to battle, I'm down,
If you got nine lives, I'll take of them off your hands right now
Step up and get neck cut from ear to ear
If you survive, then you can cover your with a beard
I'm the illest from queens to the new briddicks
who ain't feeling my shidit can suck my didick
You need to it, if you ain't spittin
More than 50 bars per minute cause you ain't in lyrical
boring raps with metaphors thats wack
All of y'all fuckas need nordatrack
To get ya weight up, fuckin canibus you get ate up
Beat down and up, just for bringing my name up
Been rockin longer than niggas my age
in the days before bob marley was rockin a fade
Before honest abe signed the paper freed slaves
neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves
I existed, in the garden of eden gettin
Stickin to eve before she was adams mistress
Before christ created christmas, I been in fitness
The canibus is spitten til' he's
50 bars of total sickness, you wont this
I'm putten every wack emcee on my shit list
Verbally vicious, gifted
Took you a minute, to exhibit I'm sick wit it
Now you tell me who you think is shit
once, going twice
Sold to that name canibus
Me and mr.cheeks, a-plus, and funk
Hopping out the hue to suey chop ya