Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts from The East

Yo we come through like balls seem as take two puffs and pass
Nigga watch your back 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 like a knife I'm taking life as a
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 lost since the year of '86
And fuck these crooked niggas I could kill 'em with a
At I feel like slashing in Jamaican queens fashion

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

A the lyrically superb one spittin' rhymes
the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums
Rotten shit make the opposite 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 kick rap a crash dummy
For the fast I get up in that ass money
The fact you to test me kinda bugs 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 rocks peak out of one watts

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

My style is lookin' milking magnesia clutch divide bust
The more the secure the area
My familiar 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 like sewing machines and
When the shadows of the pointing out my point camarro
I get punished like for splittin'

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

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

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

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

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

Niggas like Steven putting emcees in
Positions to them from breathing
I'll you question any and everything you've ever believed in
By peeping 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 Erykah Badu

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

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
genius 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 survive then you can cover your with a beard

I'm the from queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks
Anyone who ain't my shidit can suck my didick
You to quit 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 need nordatrack
To get ya weight up fuckin' Canibus 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 before Bob was rockin' a fade
honest abe signed the paper that freed slaves
Before was drawing on walls in caves

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

50 bars of sickness you won't 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 sold to that nigga Canibus
Me and Mr.Cheeks a plus and funk
Hopping out the hue helicopter to suey ya

Go in deff squad 907 nigga