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 once you talk out ass
I a .380 in my stash for protection
deranged, the world is acting crazed
I never thought I'd make it, it was hectic I scrambled
on point like a knife I'm living as a gamble
living in the rotten apple, yo where every corner is
to all my niggas rest in peace, see you but not forgotten
now my wifey, dead as shady chicks,
official Boyz since the year of '86
and fuck these niggas 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 when I'm sober, imagine when I'm drinking
blinking man, I'll tear your crew like pages
I rip you from the backyard, and (?) in

(A+)
A plus the superb one, spittin rhymes
from the top of the tongue to burn ya ear
rotten shit, make the opposite team call 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 money, I get up in that ass money
the fact you tryin' to test me 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 it's time to
I speak out - my voicebox peak out at a hundred
who wanna cipher, I get
word to my mother, the Father, the Ghost and Rev Run
the Source set it down, I'm inna service
to cop the kind of verses average emcees will worship

(Redman)
My style is milk of magnesia, clutch the 5-speed and
the more the merrier, secure the area, my la
is ultimate superior we jack cars
we for aircraft carriers
I bounce trampolines, when I be blowing the fiends to pieces
hymn em like sewing and Jesus
when the shadows of the barrel pointing out my boy'
I get punished like for splittin'
You're better off singing Christmas for Christmas
because I'm on point bow and arrow equipment
the president of chicken head
I give you a deluxe Ku lynchin'
I got a headache from the stress, success, not a vest
511 for being dirty, quarts of
yo, Mr.Cheeks, I made bitch call police
she swallowing a nine piece
forgot the warranty on teeth
I like Makaveli on 18 inch Pirelli's
assault and battery my palm says Eveready
sharp as
matter of I slap the cardiac (?)

(Canibus)
Canibus brings the sickest
fierce enough to pierce the armor
I smack who try to suck dick through the condom
playing the mic is something I won't do
my only when I approach you, is to roast you
I you and whoever you standing close to
and make every man in your deny that he knows you
defeating niggas like Segal,
putting in positions to prevent them from breathin'
I'll make you any and everything you've ever believed in
by peeping your deepest secrets like readers
what's the matter with ya'll, I splatter
against the wall with these raw lyrics I catapult
none of ya'll got the balls big to battle
I go On & On like Erykah
a hundred times nicer the best 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 scared to me
all that you poppin' will stop, when I put you in a headlock,
and apply pressure until I crush muthafuckin noggin
I grab and push niggas to the left
so fast their hearts end up on the side of their chests
my hypothesis, is that can see this
lyrical genius, i got it sown a seamstress
but if you to battle, I'm down
if you got nine lives, I'll take eight of off your hands right now
up and get your neck cut from ear to ear
if you survive then you can cover up your scar with a
I'm the illest Queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks
anyone who ain't my shiddit can suck my diddick
you need to quit it, if you ain't
more 50 bars per minute cause you ain't in lyrical fitness
kickin' boring raps metaphors that's wack
all of ya'll need Nordictrack
to get ya weight up, fuckin Canibus you get ate up
beat and sprayed up, just for bringing my name up
been longer than niggas twice my age
back in the days before Bob was rockin' a fade
before Abe signed the paper that freed slaves
before Neanderthals was drawing on walls in
I existed, in the of Eden gettin' lifted
dick to Eve before she was Adam's mistress
before Christ Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness
the is spittin' til' he's spitless
50 bars of total sickness, you won't this
I'm puttin' every wack emcee alive on my list
verbally vicious, gifted
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 Canibus
me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk
out the Huey helicopter to suey chop ya.