Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts from The East

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

I never thought I'd it it was hectic when 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 but not forgotten

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I like 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 drama
Fierce enough to pierce the armor
I smack bitches who try to suck dick the condom
Playing 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 deny that he knows you

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

the matter with y'all I splatter y'all
Against the mutha fuckin' with these raw lyrics I catapult
of y'all got the balls big enough 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 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 mutha fuckin'

I mics and push niggas to the left
So fast their hearts end up on the right of their chests
My is that nobody can see this
Lyrical genius I got it 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 neck cut from ear to ear
If you survive you can cover your scar with a beard

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

Kicken boring raps with thats wack
All of y'all mutha fuckas nordatrack
To get ya up fuckin' with Canibus you get ate up
Beat down and sprayed up just for bringing my up

Been rockin' longer than niggas 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 walls in

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

50 bars of total sickness you forget this
I'm putten wack emcee alive on my shit list
Verbally telekenetically gifted
Took you a to exhibit that I'm sick 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
Hopping out the hue helicopter to suey ya

Go home in squad 907 nigga