Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts from The East

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

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 apple yo where every corner is rotten
To all my niggas rest in peace to see you gone but not

Now my main dead as shaded bricks
lost boyz since the year of '86
And fuck these niggas I could kill 'em with a passion
At times I feel like slashing in queens fashion

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

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

The crowd me so when I ain't around 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 to test me kinda bugs me

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

Who wanna I get dumb
Word to my Mother the Father the Holy 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 clutch divide bust
The more the merrier the area
My life familiar is superior
We don't don't jack cars we jack for air carriers

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

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

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

I return like Makaveli on 18 inch
Assault and battery like my palms was ready
Sharp as machetes of fact I slap for cognac

brings the sickest drama
Fierce enough to pierce the thickest
I smack bitches who try to suck through the condom
Playing with the mic is something I do

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

like Segal Steven putting emcees in
Positions to prevent them from
I'll make you question any and everything ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets psychic readers

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

A hundred nicer than the best is
Twice as African as KRS is who wanna test
Fuck y'all you don't 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 mutha fuckin' noggin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

50 bars of total sickness you won't this
I'm putten wack emcee alive on my shit list
Verbally vicious telekenetically
Took you a minute to that 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 plus and funk
out the hue helicopter to suey chop ya

Go home in deff 907 nigga