Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts from The East

Yo we through like balls seem as nigga take two puffs and pass
Nigga watch back once you talk out your ass
I back up three eighty and my 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 I'm taking life as a gamble
Living in the rotten apple yo every corner is rotten
To all my niggas rest in peace to see you but not forgotten

Now my main dead as shaded bricks
Official boyz since the year of '86
And fuck crooked niggas I could kill 'em with a passion
At times I like slashing in Jamaican queens fashion

You think you can fuck around but kid you're just
It's over when I'm sober imagine when I'm
Without man I'll tear your crew like pages
I'll rip you from the backyard park stays it

A plus the lyrically superb one rhymes
From the top of the tongue to ya ear drums
Rotten shit the opposite team call the time out
Knockin' niggas three my size out

The crowd loves me so when I around they ask for me
I up to kick rap like a crash dummy
For the fast I get up in that ass money
The fact you tryin' to me kinda bugs me

I leave crews fed up like handicap tryin' to get up
Emcees get wet up with lyrical gun
I blow up the spot when it's to rock
I speak out my voice rocks peak out of one watts

Who wanna I get dumb
Word to my Mother the Father the Holy and rev run
When the set it down I'm inner serviced
To cop the kind of verses that average emcees to worship

My style is lookin' milking magnesia clutch speeding bust
The the merrier secure the area
My life is ultimate superior
We don't don't jack cars we jack for air craft

I bounce like trampolines when I be blowing the to pieces
Hymn 'em sewing machines and Jesus
When the shadows of the barrel pointing out my camarro
I get punished like for splittin'

You're better off singing Christmas for Christmas
Because I'm on point like bow and equipment
The president of chicken head
I give you a deluxe Klu Klux

I got a headache from the stress success not a vest
Five eleven for dirty and quarts of nine thirty
Yo, Mr.Cheeks, I made this bitch call
She tried swallowing a piece
Forgot the warrantee on teeth

I return like on 18 inch Pirelli's
Assault and battery like my palms was ready
Sharp as machetes matter of fact I slap for

brings the sickest drama
Fierce to pierce the thickest armor
I smack bitches who try to suck dick through the
Playing with the mic is something I do

My only concern I approach you is to roast you
I smoke you and you standing close to
And make every man in crew deny that he knows you defeating

Niggas Segal Steven putting emcees in
Positions to prevent them from
I'll make you question any and everything you've ever in
By peeping your deepest secrets psychic readers

What's the matter with y'all I splatter
Against the mutha fuckin' wall with these raw lyrics I
None of y'all got the big enough to battle
I go on and on like Badu

A hundred times nicer than the is
Twice as as KRS is who wanna test this
Fuck y'all you don't impress me and no one can me
An emcee so ill I got aids to catch me
All shit you poppin' will stop when I put you in a headlock
And apply pressure until I crush your mutha fuckin'

I grab mics and push to the left
So their hearts end up on the right side of their chests
My hypothesis is nobody can see this
Lyrical I got it sown like a seamstress

But if you want to battle I'm
If you got nine lives l'll eight of them off your hands right now
Step up and get your cut from ear to ear
If you then you can cover your scar with a beard

I'm the from queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks
Anyone who feeling my shidit can suck my didick
You to quit it, if you ain't spittin'
More than 50 bars per minute you ain't 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

rockin' longer than niggas twice my age
Back in the before Bob Marley was rockin' a fade
honest abe signed the paper that freed slaves
Before Neanderthals was on walls in caves

I existed, in the of Eden gettin' lifted
Stickin' dick to eve before she was mistress
Before Christ created Christmas I in lyrical fitness
The is spitten till he's spitless

50 bars of total sickness you won't this
I'm putten every 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 is damaging shit
Going once going twice sold to that nigga name
Me and Mr.Cheeks a plus and doctor
out the hue helicopter to suey chop ya

Go in deff squad 907 nigga