Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts from The East

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

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

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

You think you can fuck but kid you're 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 the lyrically superb one spittin' rhymes
From the top of the tongue to burn ya ear
Rotten make the opposite team call the time out
Knockin' three times my size out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Canibus the sickest drama
Fierce enough to the thickest armor
I smack bitches who try to dick through the condom
Playing with the mic is something I do

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

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

What's the matter with I splatter y'all
Against the mutha fuckin' wall with these raw I catapult
of y'all got the balls big enough to battle
I go on and on like Erykah

A hundred times nicer the best 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 I crush your mutha fuckin' noggin'

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

But if you to battle I'm down
If you got nine lives l'll eight of them off your hands right 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 queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks
Anyone who ain't feeling my shidit can my didick
You need to quit it, if you spittin'
than 50 bars per minute 'cause you ain't in lyrical fitness

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

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

I existed, in the garden of Eden lifted
Stickin' dick to eve before she was mistress
Before Christ created Christmas I been in fitness
The canibus is spitten till spitless

50 of total sickness you won't forget this
I'm putten wack emcee alive on my shit list
vicious telekenetically gifted
Took you a minute to exhibit 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 and funk doctor
Hopping out the hue to suey chop ya

Go home in deff squad 907