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 you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in my stash for
family deranged, the world is acting
I never thought I'd 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 but not forgotten
now my wifey, dead as shady chicks,
official Lost since the year of '86
and fuck these crooked I could kill 'em with a passion
at times I feel slashing in Jamaican Queens fashion
you think you can fuck around, but kid you thinking
it's over when I'm sober, when I'm drinking
without blinking man, tear your crew like pages
I rip you from the backyard, and (?) in

(A+)
A plus the lyrically superb one, rhymes
the top of the tongue 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 like a crash
for the fast money, I get up in ass money
the fact you to test me kinda bugs me
I leave crews fed up, like handicap tryin' to get up
emcees get wet up with gun pellets,
I blow up the spot when time to rock
I speak out - my peak 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 more the merrier, secure the area, my la
is ultimate we don't jack cars
we jack for aircraft
I bounce like trampolines, when I be blowing the 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 carols for Christmas
because I'm on point like bow and arrow
the president of head conventions
I give you a Ku Klux lynchin'
I got a headache the stress, success, not wearing a vest
511 for being dirty, quarts of
yo, Mr.Cheeks, I made this bitch police
she tried swallowing a nine
forgot the warranty on teeth
I return Makaveli on 18 inch Pirelli's
assault and battery like my palm says
sharp as
matter of I slap the cardiac (?)

(Canibus)
brings the sickest drama
fierce enough to the thickest armor
I smack bitches who try to suck dick through the
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 like Segal, Steven
putting Emcees in positions to prevent them breathin'
I'll make you question any and everything ever believed in
by peeping 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 got the balls big enough to battle
I go On & On Erykah Badu
a times nicer than the best is
twice as African as KRS is, who 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 shit you poppin' will stop, when I put you in a headlock,
and apply until I crush your muthafuckin noggin
I grab mics and push niggas to the
so fast their hearts end up on the right side of their
my hypothesis, is that can see this
genius, i got it sown like a seamstress
but if you to battle, I'm down
if you got nine lives, I'll eight of them off your hands right now
step up and get neck cut from ear to ear
if you survive then you can cover up scar with a beard
I'm the illest from Queens to the new Jerusalem
anyone who ain't feeling my can suck my diddick
you need to it, if you ain't spittin'
more than 50 per minute cause you ain't in lyrical fitness
boring raps with metaphors that's wack
all of muthafuckas need Nordictrack
to get ya up, fuckin with Canibus you get ate up
beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my up
been longer than niggas twice my age
back in the before Bob Marley was rockin' a fade
before Honest Abe signed the paper that freed
Neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves
I existed, in the of Eden gettin' lifted
stickin' dick to Eve before she was Adam's
before Christ Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness
the Canibus is spittin' til' he's
50 of total sickness, you won't forget this
I'm puttin' every wack emcee on my shit list
vicious, telekinetically gifted
took you a to exhibit that I'm sick wit it
now you tell me who you 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.