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 back once you talk out your ass
I a .380 in my stash for protection
family deranged, the is acting crazed
I never thought I'd make it, it was when I scrambled
on point like a knife I'm living as a gamble
living in the rotten apple, yo every corner is rotten
to all my rest in peace, see you gone but not forgotten
now my main wifey, as shady chicks,
Lost Boyz since the year of '86
and fuck these crooked niggas I could kill 'em with a
at times I feel slashing in Jamaican Queens fashion
you think you can fuck around, but kid you just
it's over I'm sober, imagine when 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
the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums
rotten shit, make the opposite call time out
knockin niggas three my size out
the crowd me, so when I ain't around they 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, handicap niggas tryin' to get up
get wet up with lyrical gun pellets,
I blow up the 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 kind of that average emcees will 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, when I be blowing the fiends to
hymn em like sewing machines and
when the shadows of the barrel pointing out my Camarro
I get like pharaoh for splittin'
You're better off Christmas carols for Christmas
because I'm on like 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 a vest
511 for being dirty, of 9-30
yo, Mr.Cheeks, I made this bitch call
she tried swallowing a piece
forgot the on false teeth
I like Makaveli on 18 inch Pirelli's
and battery like my palm says Eveready
sharp as
of fact I slap the cardiac (?)

(Canibus)
Canibus brings the sickest
enough to pierce the thickest armor
I smack who try to suck dick through the condom
playing with the mic is I won't do
my only concern I approach you, is to roast you
I you and whoever you standing close to
and make every man in your crew that he knows you
defeating niggas Segal, Steven
Emcees in positions to prevent them from breathin'
I'll make you question any and everything you've ever in
by your deepest secrets like psychic readers
what's the with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
against the wall with these raw lyrics I catapult
none of ya'll got the big enough to battle
I go On & On like Erykah
a times nicer than the best is
twice as African as KRS is, who wanna test
y'all you don't impress me and no one can test me
an emcee so ill, I got scared to catch me
all shit you poppin' will stop, when I put you in a headlock,
and apply pressure until I crush muthafuckin noggin
I grab mics and niggas to the left
so their hearts end up on the right side of their chests
my hypothesis, is that 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
step up and get your cut from ear to ear
if you then you can cover up your scar with a beard
I'm the from Queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks
who ain't feeling my shiddit can suck my diddick
you to quit it, if you ain't spittin'
more than 50 bars per minute you ain't in lyrical fitness
boring raps with metaphors that's wack
all of ya'll need Nordictrack
to get ya up, fuckin with Canibus you get ate up
beat and sprayed up, just for bringing my name up
rockin' longer than niggas twice my age
back in the days before Bob Marley was a fade
Honest Abe signed the paper that freed slaves
before was drawing on walls in caves
I existed, in the of Eden gettin' lifted
stickin' dick to Eve she was Adam's mistress
before Christ created Christmas, I in lyrical fitness
the Canibus is spittin' he's spitless
50 bars of total sickness, you won't forget
I'm puttin' wack emcee alive on my shit list
verbally vicious, telekinetically
took you a to exhibit that I'm sick wit it
now you tell me who you think is damaging
once, going twice
sold! to that name Canibus
me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk
hopping out the Huey helicopter to suey ya.