Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts From The East

(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
nigga watch your back once you talk out ass
I a .380 in my stash for protection
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 life as a gamble
living in the apple, yo where every corner is rotten
to all my niggas rest in peace, see you but not forgotten
now my main wifey, as shady chicks,
official Boyz since the year of '86
and fuck crooked niggas I could kill 'em with a passion
at times I feel like slashing in Jamaican Queens
you think you can fuck around, but kid you thinking
it's over when I'm sober, imagine I'm drinking
without man, I'll tear your crew like pages
I rip you from the backyard, and (?) in

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

(Redman)
My style is milk of magnesia, clutch the and bust
the more the merrier, secure the area, my la
is ultimate superior we jack cars
we jack for aircraft
I bounce like trampolines, when I be blowing the to pieces
hymn em like sewing and Jesus
when the shadows of the pointing out my boy' Camarro
I get punished pharaoh for splittin'
You're better off singing Christmas for Christmas
I'm on point like bow and arrow equipment
the president of chicken head
I you a deluxe Ku Klux lynchin'
I got a headache the stress, success, not wearing a vest
511 for dirty, quarts of 9-30
yo, Mr.Cheeks, I this bitch call police
she swallowing a nine piece
the warranty on false teeth
I return like Makaveli on 18 inch
assault and battery like my palm says
sharp as
matter of I slap the cardiac (?)

(Canibus)
brings the sickest drama
fierce enough to the thickest armor
I smack who try to suck dick through the condom
playing the mic is something I won't do
my only concern I approach you, is to roast you
I smoke you and whoever you close to
and make man in your crew deny that he knows you
defeating niggas Segal, Steven
Emcees in positions to prevent them from breathin'
I'll you question any and everything you've ever believed in
by peeping your deepest secrets like psychic
what's the matter with ya'll, I splatter
against the muthafuckin wall with raw lyrics I catapult
none of ya'll got the big enough to battle
I go On & On like Badu
a hundred nicer than the best is
as African as KRS is, who wanna test this?
fuck you don't impress me and no one can test me
an emcee so ill, I got AIDS to catch me
all that shit you poppin' 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 their hearts end up on the right side of their chests
my hypothesis, is nobody can see this
genius, i got it sown like a seamstress
but if you want to battle, I'm
if you got nine lives, I'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 up your with a beard
I'm the from Queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks
anyone who ain't feeling my can suck my diddick
you need to quit it, if you spittin'
than 50 bars per minute cause you ain't in lyrical fitness
kickin' boring raps metaphors that's wack
all of ya'll muthafuckas need
to get ya weight up, with Canibus you get ate up
beat and sprayed up, just for bringing my name up
been rockin' than niggas twice my age
back in the before Bob Marley was rockin' a fade
before Honest Abe the paper that freed slaves
before Neanderthals was on walls in caves
I existed, in the garden of gettin' lifted
stickin' to Eve before she was Adam's mistress
before Christ created Christmas, I been in fitness
the is spittin' til' he's spitless
50 bars of total sickness, you won't this
I'm puttin' every wack emcee alive on my list
vicious, telekinetically gifted
took you a minute to exhibit that I'm wit it
now you tell me who you think is shit
going once, twice
sold! to nigga name Canibus
me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk
hopping out the helicopter to suey chop ya.