Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts from The Ease

(mr.cheeks)
Yo, we through like balls, nigga take two puffs and pass,
Nigga, watch your back once you out your ass
I back up and my stash for protection,
Family is raged, the world is crazy
I never I'd make 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 to see you gone but not forgotten
Now my main wife, as shaded bricks,
lost boyz since the year of 86
And fuck these crooked I could kill em with a passion,
At times I feel like slashing in jamaican queens
You you can fuck around, but kid you're just thinking
It's over I'm sober, imagine when I'm drinking
With man, I'll tare your crew like pages
rip you from the backyard of (? ) ...

(a+)
A plus the lyrically superb one, rhymes
From the top of the to burn ya ear drums
Rotten shit, the opposite team call time out,
Knockin niggas three my size out
The crowd loves me, so when I ain't they ask for me,
I buckle up to kick rap like a dummy
For the fast money, I get up in that ass
The fact you tryin' to test me bugs me
I leave crews fed up, like handicap tryin' 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 wanna cipher, I get
Word to my mother my father the ghost and rev run,
When the source set it down, I'm serviced
To cop the kind of verses that average emcees seem to

(redman)
My style is milking magnesia, clutch divide bust
The the merrier, secure the area, my life familiar
Is ultimate we don't dont jack cars
We for air craft carriers
I bounce like trampolines, when I be the feces to pieces
Hymn em like sewing and jesus
the shadows of the barrel pointing out my (? ) camarro
I get punished (? ) for splittin'
You're better off singing carols for christmas,
Because I'm on point like bow and equipment
The president of chicken head
I you a deluxe ku kux legend
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 this bitch police
She tried a nine piece
the warrantee on false teeth
I return like makaveli on 18 inch
Assault and like my palms was ever ready
as mishedes
Matter of fact I (? ) ...

(canibus)
Canibus brings the drama,
enough to pierce the thickest armor
I smack bitches who try to suck dick through the
Playing the mic is something I wont do
My concern when I approach you, is to roast you
I you and whoever you standing close to
And every man in your crew deny that he knows you
Defeating, like segal steven,
Putting emcees in, to prevent them from breathing
I'll you question any and everything you've ever believed in
By peeping deepest secrets like psychic readers,
the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
Against the mutha wall with these raw lyrics I catapult
of y'all got the balls big enough to battle,
I go on & on erykah badu
A times nicer than the best is
Twice as african as krs is, who wanna test
Fuck y'all you don't me and no one can test me
An emcee so ill, I got aids scared to me
All shit you poppin will stop, when I put you in a headlock,
And apply pressure until I your mutha fuckin noggin
I mics and push niggas to the left
So fast their end up on the right side of their chests
My hypothesis, is nobody can see this
genius, I got it sown like 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
Step up and get neck cut from ear to ear
If you survive, then you can cover scar with a beard
I'm the illest queens to the new jerusalem briddicks
Anyone who ain't my shidit can suck my didick
You need to it, if you ain't spittin
than 50 bars per minute cause you ain't in lyrical fitness
Kicken raps with metaphors thats wack
All of mutha fuckas need nordatrack
To get ya weight up, with canibus you get ate up
Beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my up
Been longer than niggas twice my age
Back in the before bob marley was rockin a fade
Before honest abe the paper that freed slaves
neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves
I existed, in the garden of gettin lifted
Stickin dick to eve she was adams mistress
Before christ created christmas, I been in lyrical
The canibus is spitten til' he's
50 bars of sickness, you wont forget this
I'm putten wack emcee alive on my shit list
vicious, telekenetically gifted
Took you a minute, to that I'm sick wit it
Now you tell me who you think is shit
Going once, going
to that nigga name canibus
Me and mr.cheeks, a-plus, and funk
Hopping out the hue helicopter to chop ya