Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts From The East

(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas two pulls and pass
nigga watch your once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in my stash for
family deranged, the is acting crazed
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 rotten apple, yo every corner is rotten
to all my niggas rest in peace, see you but not forgotten
now my main wifey, as shady chicks,
official Lost Boyz since the 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 just
it's when I'm sober, imagine when I'm drinking
without man, I'll tear your crew like pages
I rip you the backyard, and (?) in stages

(A+)
A the lyrically superb one, spittin rhymes
from the top of the tongue to burn ya ear
rotten shit, make the opposite call time out
niggas three times my size out
the loves me, so when I ain't 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 bugs me
I leave fed up, like handicap niggas tryin' to get up
emcees get wet up with 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 Source set it down, I'm service
to cop the kind of verses that average emcees worship

(Redman)
My style is milk of magnesia, clutch the 5-speed and
the more the merrier, the area, my la familia
is ultimate superior we don't jack
we jack for aircraft
I bounce like trampolines, I be blowing the fiends to pieces
hymn em sewing machines and Jesus
when the of the barrel pointing out my boy' Camarro
I get punished like pharaoh for
You're better off Christmas carols for Christmas
because I'm on point like bow and equipment
the of chicken head conventions
I give you a deluxe Ku 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 tried swallowing a piece
the warranty on false teeth
I return like on 18 inch Pirelli's
assault and battery like my palm Eveready
as machetes
matter of I slap the cardiac (?)

(Canibus)
brings the sickest drama
fierce to pierce the thickest armor
I smack bitches who try to suck dick through the
with the mic is something I won't do
my only concern when I you, is to roast you
I smoke you and you standing close to
and make every man in your deny that he knows you
defeating niggas like Segal,
putting in positions to prevent them from breathin'
I'll make you question any and you've ever believed in
by peeping your secrets like psychic readers
what's the matter with ya'll, I splatter
against the muthafuckin wall with raw lyrics I catapult
of ya'll got the balls big enough to battle
I go On & On like Badu
a hundred times nicer than the is
twice as African as KRS is, who test this?
fuck y'all you impress me and no one can test me
an so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me
all that shit you poppin' will stop, I put you in a headlock,
and apply until I crush your muthafuckin noggin
I grab mics and push niggas to the
so fast hearts end up on the right side of their chests
my hypothesis, is that nobody can see
lyrical genius, i got it sown like a
but if you want to battle, I'm
if you got lives, I'll take eight of them off your hands right now
step up and get your 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 feeling my shiddit can suck my diddick
you need to it, if you ain't spittin'
more than 50 bars per minute cause you ain't in fitness
kickin' boring raps metaphors that's wack
all of muthafuckas need Nordictrack
to get ya weight up, fuckin Canibus you get ate up
beat down and up, just 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 was drawing on walls in caves
I existed, in the garden of gettin' lifted
stickin' dick to Eve before she was mistress
before created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness
the Canibus is spittin' til' spitless
50 bars of total sickness, you forget this
I'm puttin' every wack alive on my shit list
verbally vicious, gifted
took you a minute to exhibit that I'm wit it
now you me who you think is damaging shit
going once, going
sold! to that nigga name
me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk
hopping out the Huey helicopter to chop ya.