Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts from The Ease

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

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

(redman)
My is milking magnesia, clutch divide speeding bust
The the merrier, secure the area, my life familiar
Is ultimate superior we don't dont cars
We for air craft carriers
I like 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 punished (? ) for splittin'
You're off singing christmas carols for christmas,
I'm on point like bow and arrow equipment
The of chicken head conventions
I give you a deluxe ku kux
I got a from the stress, success not wearing a vest
5-11 for being and quarts of 9-30
Yo, mr.cheeks, I made bitch call police
She tried swallowing a nine
the warrantee on false teeth
I return like on 18 inch pirelli's
Assault and battery like my was ever ready
as mishedes
Matter of fact I (? ) ...

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