Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts From The East

(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in my for protection
family deranged, the world is acting
I never thought I'd make it, it was when I scrambled
on point like a I'm living 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, dead as chicks,
official Lost since the year of '86
and fuck these crooked niggas I could 'em with a passion
at times I feel like in Jamaican Queens fashion
you think you can fuck around, but kid you thinking
it's over I'm sober, imagine when I'm drinking
without blinking man, I'll tear your like pages
I rip you from the backyard, and (?) in

(A+)
A plus the superb one, spittin rhymes
from the top of the tongue to ya ear drums
rotten shit, the opposite team call time out
knockin niggas times my size out
the crowd loves me, so when I around they ask for me
I buckle up to kick rap a crash dummy
for the fast money, I get up in ass money
the fact you tryin' to test me kinda me
I crews fed up, like handicap niggas tryin' to get up
emcees get wet up with gun pellets,
I blow up the spot when time to rock
I speak out - my voicebox peak out at a hundred
who cipher, I get dumb
to my mother, the Father, the Holy Ghost and Rev Run
when the Source set it down, I'm service
to cop the kind of verses that emcees will worship

(Redman)
My is milk of magnesia, clutch the 5-speed and bust
the the merrier, secure the area, my la familia
is ultimate superior we jack cars
we jack for aircraft
I bounce like trampolines, when I be blowing the fiends to
hymn em like sewing and Jesus
when the shadows of the barrel pointing out my boy'
I get punished like for splittin'
better 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 Ku Klux
I got a headache from the stress, success, not a vest
511 for being dirty, quarts of
yo, Mr.Cheeks, I made this bitch call
she tried swallowing a nine
forgot the warranty on false
I return like Makaveli on 18 Pirelli's
assault and battery like my palm says
sharp as
matter of I slap the cardiac (?)

(Canibus)
brings the sickest drama
fierce to pierce the thickest armor
I bitches who try to suck dick through the condom
playing with the mic is I won't do
my concern when I approach you, is to roast you
I smoke you and whoever you standing to
and make man in your crew deny that he knows you
niggas like Segal, Steven
putting Emcees in positions to them from breathin'
I'll make you question any and everything you've ever in
by peeping your deepest secrets psychic readers
the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
against the muthafuckin wall these raw lyrics I catapult
none of ya'll got the big enough to battle
I go On & On like Erykah
a hundred times nicer than the is
twice as African as KRS is, who wanna 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 apply pressure until I crush your muthafuckin
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 sown like a
but if you want to battle, I'm
if you got nine lives, I'll take eight of them off your hands now
step up and get neck cut from ear to ear
if you survive you can cover up your scar with a beard
I'm the illest from Queens to the new Jerusalem
who ain't feeling my shiddit 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 with that's wack
all of muthafuckas need Nordictrack
to get ya weight up, with Canibus you get ate up
beat down and up, just for bringing my name up
been rockin' than niggas twice my age
in the days before Bob Marley was rockin' a fade
before Honest Abe signed the that freed slaves
before Neanderthals was on walls in caves
I existed, in the garden of Eden gettin'
stickin' to Eve before she was Adam's mistress
before Christ Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness
the Canibus is spittin' he's spitless
50 bars of total sickness, you forget this
I'm puttin' wack emcee alive on my shit list
verbally vicious, gifted
took you a minute to exhibit that I'm wit it
now you tell me who you is damaging shit
going once, twice
sold! to that nigga name
me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Doctor
hopping out the helicopter to suey chop ya.