Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts From The East

(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and
nigga your back once you talk out your ass
I a .380 in my stash for protection
family deranged, the world is crazed
I never thought I'd make it, it was hectic I scrambled
on point like a knife I'm living life as a
living in the rotten apple, yo where every corner is
to all my niggas rest in peace, see you but not forgotten
now my wifey, dead as shady chicks,
official Lost Boyz 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 you can fuck around, but kid you just thinking
it's over I'm sober, imagine when I'm drinking
blinking man, I'll tear your crew like pages
I rip you from the backyard, and (?) in

(A+)
A plus the lyrically one, spittin rhymes
the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums
rotten shit, make the team call time out
knockin niggas three times my out
the crowd loves me, so when I ain't 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 to test me kinda bugs me
I leave crews fed up, like handicap niggas to get up
emcees get wet up with gun pellets,
I up the spot when it's time to rock
I speak out - my voicebox peak out at a hundred
who wanna cipher, I get
word to my mother, the Father, the Holy and Rev Run
when the set it down, I'm inna service
to cop the of verses that average emcees will worship

(Redman)
My is milk of magnesia, clutch the 5-speed and bust
the more the merrier, the area, my la familia
is ultimate we don't jack cars
we for aircraft carriers
I like trampolines, when I be blowing the fiends to pieces
hymn em like sewing machines and
the shadows of the barrel pointing out my boy' Camarro
I get punished like for splittin'
You're better off singing carols for Christmas
because I'm on point bow and arrow equipment
the president of chicken head
I give you a deluxe Ku Klux
I got a headache from the stress, success, not wearing a
511 for being dirty, quarts of
yo, Mr.Cheeks, I this bitch call police
she tried a nine piece
forgot the on false teeth
I return like on 18 inch Pirelli's
assault and like my palm says Eveready
sharp as
matter of fact I slap the (?)

(Canibus)
brings the sickest drama
fierce enough to pierce the armor
I smack who try to suck dick through the condom
with the mic is something I won't do
my only concern I approach you, is to roast you
I smoke you and you standing close to
and make every man in your crew deny that he you
defeating niggas Segal, Steven
putting Emcees in positions to prevent them breathin'
I'll make you question any and everything you've believed in
by peeping your deepest secrets like psychic
the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
against the muthafuckin wall with these raw I catapult
none of ya'll got the balls big to battle
I go On & On Erykah Badu
a hundred times nicer the best is
as African as KRS is, who wanna test this?
fuck y'all you don't me and no one can test me
an so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me
all shit you poppin' will stop, when I put you in a headlock,
and apply pressure I crush your muthafuckin noggin
I grab mics and niggas to the left
so fast their end up on the right side of their chests
my hypothesis, is that can see this
lyrical genius, i got it sown a seamstress
but if you to battle, I'm down
if you got nine lives, I'll take eight of them off your hands now
up and get your neck cut from ear to ear
if you survive then you can up your scar with a beard
I'm the from Queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks
anyone who ain't feeling my shiddit can my diddick
you to quit it, if you ain't spittin'
more than 50 bars per minute cause you in lyrical fitness
kickin' raps with metaphors that's wack
all of ya'll muthafuckas Nordictrack
to get ya weight up, with Canibus you get ate up
beat down and sprayed up, for bringing my name up
been rockin' longer niggas twice my age
back in the days before Bob Marley was a fade
before Honest Abe signed the paper that freed
before Neanderthals was on walls in caves
I existed, in the garden of Eden lifted
stickin' dick to Eve she was Adam's mistress
before created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness
the is spittin' til' he's spitless
50 bars of total sickness, you won't this
I'm puttin' every wack emcee on my shit list
vicious, telekinetically gifted
took you a minute to that I'm sick wit it
now you tell me who you think is shit
going once, twice
sold! to that nigga Canibus
me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk
hopping out the Huey helicopter to suey ya.