Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts From The East

(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we through like balls, see us niggas takin 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 it, it was hectic when I scrambled
on point like a knife I'm life as a gamble
in the rotten apple, yo where 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 Boyz the year of '86
and fuck these crooked niggas I could 'em with a passion
at times I feel like slashing in Queens fashion
you you can fuck around, but kid you just thinking
it's over when I'm sober, imagine when I'm
blinking man, I'll tear your crew like pages
I rip you from the backyard, and (?) in

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

(Redman)
My style is of magnesia, clutch the 5-speed and bust
the more the merrier, 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 barrel out my boy' Camarro
I get punished like for splittin'
You're off singing Christmas carols for Christmas
I'm on point like bow and arrow equipment
the president of chicken conventions
I give you a deluxe Ku Klux
I got a headache from the stress, success, not wearing a
511 for being dirty, of 9-30
yo, Mr.Cheeks, I this bitch call police
she swallowing a nine piece
forgot the warranty on false
I like Makaveli on 18 inch Pirelli's
assault and battery like my palm Eveready
as machetes
matter of fact I the cardiac (?)

(Canibus)
Canibus brings the sickest
fierce enough to pierce the thickest
I smack who try to suck dick through the condom
with the mic is something I won't do
my only concern I approach you, is to roast you
I smoke you and whoever you standing to
and make every man in your crew that he knows you
defeating like Segal, Steven
putting Emcees in positions to prevent from breathin'
I'll make you question any and you've ever believed in
by peeping your deepest like psychic readers
what's the matter ya'll, I splatter ya'll
against the muthafuckin wall these raw lyrics I catapult
none of got the balls big enough to battle
I go On & On Erykah Badu
a hundred times than the best is
as African as KRS is, who wanna test this?
fuck y'all you don't impress me and no one can me
an emcee so ill, I got scared to catch me
all that shit you poppin' will stop, I put you in a headlock,
and apply pressure until I crush muthafuckin noggin
I grab mics and push to the left
so fast their hearts end up on the right of their chests
my hypothesis, is that nobody can see
genius, i got it sown like a seamstress
but if you to battle, I'm down
if you got nine lives, I'll take eight of them off your hands now
step up and get your neck cut 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 quit it, if you ain't
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, fuckin with 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 Abe signed the paper that freed slaves
Neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves
I existed, in the garden of Eden lifted
stickin' dick to Eve before she was Adam's
before Christ created Christmas, I in lyrical fitness
the Canibus is spittin' he's spitless
50 of total sickness, you won't forget this
I'm puttin' every wack emcee on my shit list
verbally vicious, gifted
took you a minute to exhibit I'm sick wit it
now you me who you think is damaging shit
going once, twice
sold! to that nigga name
me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Doctor
hopping out the Huey helicopter to suey ya.