Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts from The East

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

I never thought I'd make it it was hectic when I
On like a knife I'm taking life as a gamble
Living in the rotten apple yo where every is rotten
To all my niggas in peace to see you gone but not forgotten

Now my main wife dead as shaded
Official lost boyz the year of '86
And fuck these crooked I could kill 'em with a passion
At times I feel like slashing in Jamaican fashion

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

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

The crowd loves me so when I ain't they ask for me
I buckle up to rap like a crash dummy
For the fast I get up in that ass money
The fact you tryin' to test me kinda me

I crews fed up like handicap niggas tryin' to get up
Emcees get wet up with gun pillars
I blow up the when it's time to rock
I speak out my voice peak out of one hundred watts

Who wanna cipher I get
Word to my Mother the Father the Ghost and rev run
When the source set it I'm inner serviced
To cop the kind of that average emcees seem to worship

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

like Segal Steven putting emcees in
Positions to prevent from breathing
make you question any and everything you've ever believed in
By your deepest secrets like 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 balls big 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 impress 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 your mutha fuckin' noggin'

I grab mics and push to the left
So fast their hearts end up on the right side of chests
My hypothesis is that can see this
Lyrical genius I got it sown a seamstress

But if you want to I'm down
If you got nine lives l'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 from queens to the new briddicks
Anyone who ain't feeling my shidit can suck my
You need to quit it, if you spittin'
More 50 bars per minute 'cause you ain't in lyrical fitness

Kicken boring raps with metaphors 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
in the days before 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 garden of Eden gettin'
Stickin' dick to eve before she was Adams
Before Christ created Christmas I been in fitness
The canibus is spitten he's spitless

50 bars of total sickness you forget this
I'm putten every wack emcee on my shit list
Verbally vicious gifted
Took you a minute to exhibit that I'm wit it

Now you tell me who you is damaging shit
Going once going twice 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