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 your back you talk out your ass
I a .380 in my stash for protection
family deranged, the world is crazed
I never thought I'd it, it was hectic when I scrambled
on point a knife I'm living life as a gamble
living in the rotten apple, yo where corner is rotten
to all my rest in peace, see you gone but not forgotten
now my main wifey, dead as chicks,
official Lost Boyz the year of '86
and fuck these niggas I could kill 'em with a passion
at I feel like slashing 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 blinking man, I'll tear your crew like
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 team call time out
knockin niggas times my size out
the crowd loves me, so I ain't 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 kinda me
I leave crews fed up, handicap niggas tryin' to get up
emcees get wet up with gun pellets,
I blow up the when it's time to rock
I speak out - my voicebox peak out at a hundred
who cipher, I get dumb
to my mother, the Father, the Holy Ghost and Rev Run
when the Source set it down, I'm inna
to cop the kind of verses that average 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 jack cars
we jack for aircraft
I bounce trampolines, when I be blowing the fiends to pieces
em like sewing machines and Jesus
when the shadows of the barrel pointing out my boy'
I get punished pharaoh for splittin'
You're better off singing Christmas for Christmas
because I'm on point like bow and arrow
the of chicken head 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 made this bitch police
she tried swallowing a piece
forgot the warranty on teeth
I return like on 18 inch Pirelli's
assault and battery my palm says Eveready
as machetes
matter of fact I slap the (?)

(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 approach you, is to you
I you and whoever you standing close to
and make every man in your crew deny that he you
niggas like Segal, Steven
putting Emcees in positions to prevent them from
I'll make you any and everything you've ever believed in
by peeping your deepest secrets like psychic
what's the with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
against the muthafuckin with these raw lyrics I catapult
of ya'll got the balls big enough to battle
I go On & On Erykah Badu
a hundred times than the best is
twice as African as KRS is, who wanna test
fuck you don't 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 pressure until I crush your muthafuckin
I grab mics and niggas to the left
so fast their hearts end up on the right 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 of them off your hands 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 illest from Queens to the new briddicks
anyone who feeling my shiddit can suck my diddick
you need to quit it, if you ain't
more than 50 bars per minute cause you ain't in lyrical
boring raps with metaphors that's wack
all of ya'll muthafuckas Nordictrack
to get ya weight up, fuckin with you get ate up
beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my up
been rockin' longer niggas twice my age
back in the days before Bob Marley was rockin' a
before Abe signed the paper that freed slaves
before was drawing on walls 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 lyrical
the Canibus is spittin' he's spitless
50 of total sickness, you won't forget this
I'm puttin' every wack emcee alive on my list
vicious, telekinetically gifted
took you a minute to exhibit I'm sick wit it
now you tell me who you think is damaging
once, going twice
sold! to that nigga name
me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Doctor
hopping out the Huey to suey chop ya.