Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts from The Ease

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

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

(redman)
My style is milking magnesia, clutch divide bust
The more the merrier, secure the area, my life
Is ultimate superior we don't jack cars
We jack for air craft
I bounce like trampolines, I be blowing the feces to pieces
Hymn em like sewing machines and
When the shadows of the barrel pointing out my (? )
I get punished like (? ) for
You're better off singing carols for christmas,
I'm on point like bow and arrow equipment
The president of chicken conventions
I give you a ku kux legend
I got a headache from the stress, not wearing a vest
for being dirty and quarts of 9-30
Yo, mr.cheeks, I made this bitch police
She tried swallowing a nine
Forgot the warrantee on teeth
I return like makaveli on 18 pirelli's
Assault and battery my palms was ever ready
as mishedes
Matter of I slap (? ) ...

(canibus)
Canibus brings the drama,
Fierce enough to pierce the armor
I smack bitches who try to suck dick the condom
Playing the mic is something I wont do
My only concern when I approach you, is to you
I smoke you and whoever you standing to
And make every man in your deny that he knows you
Defeating, niggas like steven,
emcees in, positions to prevent them from breathing
I'll make you question any and you've ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets like readers,
What's the with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
Against the mutha fuckin wall with these raw lyrics I
of y'all got the balls big enough to battle,
I go on & on erykah badu
A hundred times than the best is
as african as krs is, who wanna test this
Fuck y'all you don't me and no one can test me
An so ill, I got aids scared to catch me
All that shit you will stop, when I put you in a headlock,
And apply pressure until I crush mutha fuckin noggin
I grab mics and push to the left
So fast their hearts end up on the right side of their
My hypothesis, is nobody can see this
Lyrical genius, I got it sown a seamstress
But if you to battle, I'm down,
If you got lives, I'll take eight of them off your hands right now
up and get your neck cut from ear to ear
If you survive, then you can your scar with a beard
I'm the illest from to the new jerusalem briddicks
who ain't feeling my shidit can suck my didick
You to quit it, if you ain't spittin
More than 50 bars per minute cause you ain't in lyrical
Kicken boring 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 sprayed up, just for my name up
Been rockin longer than twice my age
Back in the days before bob marley was a fade
Before honest abe the paper that freed slaves
Before neanderthals was on walls in caves
I existed, in the garden of gettin lifted
Stickin to eve before she was adams mistress
Before christ christmas, I been in lyrical fitness
The is spitten til' he's spitless
50 bars of total sickness, you forget this
I'm putten every wack emcee alive on my list
Verbally vicious, gifted
Took you a minute, to exhibit that I'm wit it
Now you tell me who you think is damaging
Going once, going
Sold to that nigga canibus
Me and mr.cheeks, a-plus, and doctor
Hopping out the hue to suey chop ya