Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts from The East

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

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

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

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

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

The crowd loves me so when I around they ask for me
I buckle up to rap like a crash dummy
For the money 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
get wet up with lyrical gun pillars
I blow up the spot when it's to rock
I speak out my voice rocks peak out of one hundred

Who wanna cipher I get
Word to my the Father the Holy 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 is lookin' milking magnesia clutch divide speeding bust
The more the merrier the area
My life familiar is ultimate
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 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
Because I'm on point bow and arrow equipment
The of chicken head conventions
I give you a deluxe Klu Klux

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

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

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

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

Niggas like Segal 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 with y'all I splatter y'all
Against the mutha wall with these raw lyrics I catapult
None of got the balls big enough to battle
I go on and on like Erykah

A hundred times nicer than the is
Twice as African as KRS is who wanna 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 you poppin' will stop when I put you in a headlock
And apply pressure until I crush your fuckin' noggin'

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

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

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

Kicken boring raps with metaphors wack
All of mutha fuckas need nordatrack
To get ya weight up with Canibus you get ate up
Beat down and sprayed up just for bringing my up

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

I existed, in the garden of gettin' lifted
dick to eve before she was Adams mistress
Before Christ created 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 I'm sick wit it

Now you tell me who you think is shit
Going once going twice sold to that name Canibus
Me and Mr.Cheeks a plus and funk
Hopping out the hue to suey chop ya

Go home in deff 907 nigga