Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts from The East

Yo we come like balls seem as nigga take two puffs and pass
watch your back once you talk out your ass
I back up eighty and my stash for protection
is raged the world is acting crazy

I never thought I'd make it it was hectic I scrambled
On point a knife 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 gone but not

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

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

A plus the lyrically one spittin' rhymes
the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums
Rotten make the opposite team call the time out
Knockin' niggas times my size out

The crowd loves me so when I ain't around ask for me
I buckle up to kick rap like a crash
For the fast 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 lyrical gun
I blow up the spot when it's time to
I speak out my voice rocks out of one hundred watts

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

My is lookin' milking magnesia clutch divide speeding bust
The more the merrier secure the
My familiar is ultimate superior
We don't jack cars we jack for air craft carriers

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

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

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

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

Canibus brings the sickest
Fierce enough to the thickest armor
I bitches who try to suck dick through the condom
Playing the mic is something I wont do

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

Niggas like Steven putting emcees in
Positions to them from breathing
I'll make you question any and everything you've believed in
By peeping deepest secrets like psychic readers

What's the matter with y'all 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 and on like Erykah

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

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

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

I'm the illest queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks
Anyone who ain't feeling my can suck my didick
You need to quit it, if you ain't
More than 50 bars per minute 'cause you in lyrical fitness

Kicken boring raps with metaphors wack
All of y'all fuckas need nordatrack
To get ya weight up fuckin' with you get ate up
Beat down and sprayed up for bringing my name up

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

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

50 bars of total sickness you won't 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 is damaging shit
once going twice sold to that nigga name Canibus
Me and Mr.Cheeks a plus and funk
out the hue helicopter to suey chop ya

Go home in squad 907 nigga