Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts From The East

(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us takin two pulls and pass
nigga your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in my stash for
deranged, the world is acting crazed
I never thought I'd make it, it was hectic I scrambled
on like a knife I'm living life as a gamble
in the rotten apple, yo where every corner is rotten
to all my niggas in peace, see you gone but not forgotten
now my main wifey, dead as chicks,
official Lost Boyz since the of '86
and fuck these crooked I could kill 'em with a passion
at times I feel like slashing in Jamaican Queens
you you can fuck around, but kid you just thinking
it's over when I'm sober, 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
the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums
rotten shit, make the opposite call time out
knockin niggas times my size out
the crowd loves me, so when I ain't around ask for me
I buckle up to kick rap like a crash
for the money, I get up in that ass money
the fact you tryin' to me kinda bugs me
I leave crews fed up, like handicap niggas to get up
get wet up with lyrical gun pellets,
I blow up the spot when time to rock
I speak out - my voicebox out at a hundred watts
who wanna cipher, I get
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 average emcees will worship

(Redman)
My style is 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 to pieces
hymn em like machines and Jesus
when the shadows of the pointing out my boy' Camarro
I get punished like pharaoh for
You're better off Christmas carols for Christmas
because I'm on point bow and arrow equipment
the of chicken head conventions
I you a deluxe Ku Klux lynchin'
I got a headache the stress, success, not wearing a vest
511 for being dirty, of 9-30
yo, Mr.Cheeks, I made this bitch call
she tried swallowing a nine
the warranty on false teeth
I return like Makaveli on 18 inch
assault and battery my palm says Eveready
as machetes
matter of I slap the cardiac (?)

(Canibus)
brings the sickest drama
fierce enough to pierce the thickest
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 smoke you and you standing close to
and make every man in your crew that he knows you
defeating niggas Segal, Steven
putting Emcees in positions to prevent them breathin'
I'll you question any and everything you've ever believed in
by your deepest secrets like psychic readers
the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
against the muthafuckin wall with these raw lyrics I
none of ya'll got the big enough to battle
I go On & On like Badu
a hundred times than the best is
twice as African as KRS is, who wanna this?
fuck y'all you impress me and no one can test me
an emcee so ill, I got AIDS to catch me
all shit you poppin' will stop, when I put you in a headlock,
and pressure until I crush your muthafuckin noggin
I grab and push niggas to the left
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 to battle, I'm down
if you got nine lives, take eight of them off your hands right now
step up and get your neck cut ear to ear
if you then you can cover up your scar with a beard
I'm the illest from to the new Jerusalem briddicks
anyone who ain't feeling my shiddit can suck my
you need to it, if you ain't spittin'
more than 50 bars per minute cause you ain't in lyrical
kickin' boring raps with metaphors that's
all of muthafuckas need Nordictrack
to get ya weight up, fuckin Canibus you get ate up
beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my up
been rockin' longer than twice my age
back in the days before Bob Marley was a fade
before Honest Abe signed the paper freed slaves
before Neanderthals was drawing on in caves
I existed, in the garden of Eden lifted
stickin' dick to Eve 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 forget this
I'm puttin' every wack emcee alive on my list
verbally vicious, telekinetically
took you a to exhibit that I'm sick wit it
now you me who you think is damaging shit
once, going twice
sold! to that nigga name
me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk
hopping out the Huey helicopter to suey ya.