Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts From The East

(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and
nigga watch your back you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in my stash for
family deranged, the world is acting
I never thought I'd make it, it was hectic when I
on point like a knife I'm living as a gamble
living in the rotten apple, yo where every corner is
to all my niggas rest in peace, see you gone but not
now my main wifey, dead as chicks,
official Lost Boyz since the of '86
and fuck these crooked niggas I could 'em with a passion
at times I like slashing in Jamaican Queens fashion
you you can fuck around, but kid you just thinking
it's over when I'm sober, imagine I'm drinking
without blinking man, I'll tear your crew like
I rip you the backyard, and (?) in stages

(A+)
A plus the lyrically superb one, spittin
from the top of the tongue to ya ear drums
rotten shit, make the opposite team call out
niggas three times my size out
the crowd loves me, so when I ain't around ask for me
I buckle up to kick rap like a crash
for the fast money, I get up in that ass
the fact you tryin' to me kinda bugs me
I leave crews fed up, like niggas tryin' to get up
emcees get wet up lyrical gun pellets,
I blow up the spot it's time to rock
I speak out - my voicebox out at a hundred watts
who cipher, I get dumb
word to my mother, the Father, the Holy and Rev Run
when the set it down, I'm inna service
to cop the kind of verses that emcees will worship

(Redman)
My style is milk of magnesia, the 5-speed and bust
the more the merrier, secure the area, my la
is superior we don't jack cars
we jack for carriers
I bounce like trampolines, when I be blowing the to pieces
hymn em like sewing and Jesus
when the shadows of the barrel pointing out my boy'
I get punished like pharaoh for
You're off singing Christmas carols for Christmas
because I'm on point like bow and arrow
the of chicken head conventions
I you a deluxe Ku Klux lynchin'
I got a headache from the stress, success, not a vest
511 for dirty, quarts of 9-30
yo, Mr.Cheeks, I made this bitch police
she tried swallowing a piece
the warranty on false teeth
I like Makaveli on 18 inch Pirelli's
and battery like my palm says Eveready
as machetes
matter of fact I the cardiac (?)

(Canibus)
brings the sickest drama
fierce enough to the thickest armor
I smack bitches who try to suck through the condom
playing with the mic is I won't do
my only concern I approach you, is to roast you
I smoke you and whoever you close to
and make every man in your deny that he knows you
defeating like Segal, Steven
putting Emcees in positions to prevent from breathin'
I'll you question any and everything you've ever believed in
by peeping your deepest like psychic readers
what's the matter ya'll, I splatter ya'll
against the muthafuckin with these raw lyrics I catapult
of ya'll got the balls big enough to battle
I go On & On like Erykah
a hundred nicer than the best is
twice as African as KRS is, who test this?
y'all you don't impress me and no one can test me
an emcee so ill, I got AIDS to catch me
all that you poppin' will stop, when I put you in a headlock,
and pressure until I crush your muthafuckin noggin
I grab mics and push to the left
so fast their hearts end up on the side of their chests
my hypothesis, is nobody can see this
lyrical genius, i got it like a seamstress
but if you to battle, I'm down
if you got nine lives, I'll take eight of off your hands right now
step up and get your neck cut ear to ear
if you then you can cover up your scar with a beard
I'm the illest from Queens to the new briddicks
anyone who ain't my shiddit can suck my diddick
you need to quit it, if you ain't
more 50 bars per minute cause you ain't in lyrical fitness
kickin' raps with metaphors that's wack
all of muthafuckas need 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 than twice my age
back in the days Bob Marley was rockin' 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 before she was Adam's
before created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness
the is spittin' til' he's spitless
50 of total sickness, you won't forget this
I'm puttin' every emcee alive on my shit list
verbally vicious, telekinetically
took you a minute to exhibit I'm sick wit it
now you me who you think is damaging 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.