Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts From The East

(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us 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 crazed
I thought I'd make it, it was hectic when I scrambled
on like a knife I'm living life as a gamble
living in the rotten apple, yo every corner is rotten
to all my niggas rest in peace, see you gone but not
now my main wifey, dead as chicks,
official Lost since the year of '86
and fuck these niggas I could kill 'em with a passion
at times I feel slashing in Jamaican Queens fashion
you think you can around, but kid you just thinking
it's over when I'm sober, imagine when I'm
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 to burn ya ear drums
rotten shit, make the opposite team time out
knockin niggas three my size out
the crowd loves me, so when I ain't they ask for me
I buckle up to kick rap a crash dummy
for the fast money, I get up in that ass
the fact you to test me kinda bugs me
I leave crews fed up, like handicap tryin' to get up
get wet up with lyrical gun pellets,
I blow up the spot when time to rock
I out - my voicebox peak out at a hundred watts
who cipher, I get dumb
word to my mother, the Father, the Ghost and Rev Run
when the Source set it down, I'm inna
to cop the of verses that average emcees will worship

(Redman)
My style is of magnesia, clutch the 5-speed 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, I be blowing the fiends to pieces
hymn em sewing machines and Jesus
when the shadows of the pointing out my boy' Camarro
I get like pharaoh for splittin'
better off singing Christmas carols for Christmas
because I'm on point bow and arrow equipment
the president of chicken conventions
I give you a deluxe Ku Klux
I got a headache the stress, success, not wearing a vest
511 for being dirty, quarts of
yo, Mr.Cheeks, I this bitch call police
she tried swallowing a piece
forgot the warranty on false
I return like Makaveli on 18 inch
assault and battery like my says Eveready
sharp as
matter of I slap the cardiac (?)

(Canibus)
Canibus brings the sickest
fierce to pierce the thickest armor
I bitches who try to suck dick through the condom
playing the mic is something I won't do
my concern when I approach you, is to roast you
I smoke you and you standing close to
and every man in your crew deny that he knows you
defeating like Segal, Steven
putting Emcees in positions to prevent them breathin'
I'll make you question any and everything you've ever in
by peeping your secrets like psychic readers
what's the matter ya'll, I splatter ya'll
against the muthafuckin wall these raw lyrics I catapult
none of ya'll got the balls big enough to
I go On & On Erykah Badu
a hundred times nicer than the is
twice as African as KRS is, who wanna test
fuck y'all you don't impress me and no one can 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 apply pressure I crush your 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 nobody can see this
lyrical genius, i got it like a seamstress
but if you want to battle, I'm
if you got nine lives, I'll take eight of them off your right now
step up and get neck cut from ear to ear
if you survive then you can 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 need to quit it, if you ain't
more than 50 bars per minute you ain't in lyrical fitness
boring raps with metaphors that's wack
all of ya'll muthafuckas Nordictrack
to get ya weight up, with Canibus you get ate up
beat down and sprayed up, for bringing my name up
been rockin' than niggas twice my age
in the days before Bob Marley was rockin' a fade
before Abe signed the paper that freed slaves
before Neanderthals was drawing on in caves
I existed, in the garden of gettin' lifted
dick to Eve before she was Adam's mistress
before Christ created Christmas, I been in fitness
the Canibus is spittin' til' he's
50 bars of total sickness, you won't forget
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 tell me who you is damaging shit
going once, going
sold! to nigga name Canibus
me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk
hopping out the Huey helicopter to chop ya.