Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts from The Ease

(mr.cheeks)
Yo, we come like balls, nigga take two puffs and pass,
Nigga, watch your once you talk out your ass
I up 3-80 and my stash for protection,
Family is raged, the world is crazy
I never thought I'd make it, it was when I scrambled
On point like a knife living as a gamble
And living in the rotten apple, yo every corner is rotten
To all my niggas rest in to see you gone but not forgotten
Now my main wife, as shaded bricks,
Official lost boyz the year of 86
And fuck these crooked I could kill em with a passion,
At times I feel like slashing in queens fashion
You think you can fuck around, but kid you're just
It's over when I'm sober, imagine when I'm
With blinking man, I'll tare crew like pages
I'll rip you the backyard of (? ) ...

(a+)
A the lyrically superb one, spittin rhymes
From the top of the tongue to burn ya ear
Rotten shit, make the opposite team call out,
Knockin three times 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 you tryin' to test me kinda bugs me
I leave crews fed up, like handicap tryin' to get up
get wet up with lyrical gun pillars,
I up the spot when it's time to rock
I through a mic my voice peak out of one-hundred watts
Who cipher, I get dumb
Word to my my father the holy ghost and rev run,
When the set it down, I'm inner serviced
To cop the of verses that average emcees seem to worship

(redman)
My is milking magnesia, clutch divide speeding bust
The the merrier, secure the area, my life familiar
Is ultimate superior we don't dont jack
We jack for air carriers
I bounce like trampolines, when I be blowing the feces to
Hymn em sewing machines and jesus
When the shadows of the barrel out my (? ) camarro
I get punished (? ) for splittin'
better off singing christmas carols for christmas,
Because I'm on point like bow and equipment
The president of chicken head
I you a deluxe ku kux legend
I got a headache from the stress, not wearing a vest
5-11 for being dirty and of 9-30
Yo, mr.cheeks, I made bitch call police
She tried a nine piece
Forgot the on false teeth
I return like makaveli on 18 pirelli's
Assault and battery like my palms was ready
as mishedes
Matter of fact I (? ) ...

(canibus)
Canibus the sickest drama,
Fierce enough to the thickest armor
I smack bitches who try to suck through the condom
Playing with the mic is I wont 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 that he knows you
Defeating, niggas like steven,
emcees in, positions to prevent them from breathing
I'll make you question any and everything you've ever in
By peeping deepest secrets like psychic readers,
the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
Against the mutha fuckin wall with raw lyrics I catapult
None of y'all got the balls big to battle,
I go on & on erykah badu
A hundred times nicer than the is
Twice as african as krs is, who test this
Fuck y'all you impress me and no one can test me
An so ill, I got aids scared to catch me
All that shit you will stop, when I put you in a headlock,
And apply until I crush your mutha fuckin noggin
I grab mics and push niggas to the
So fast their end up on the right side of their chests
My hypothesis, is nobody 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 them off your hands now
Step up and get your neck cut ear to ear
If you survive, then you can cover scar with a beard
I'm the from queens to the new jerusalem briddicks
Anyone who ain't feeling my can suck my didick
You need to quit it, if you spittin
More than 50 bars per minute cause you ain't in fitness
Kicken raps with metaphors thats wack
All of y'all mutha fuckas need
To get ya weight up, fuckin canibus you get ate up
Beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my up
rockin longer than niggas twice my age
Back in the days before bob marley was rockin a
Before honest abe signed the that freed slaves
Before neanderthals was drawing on walls in
I existed, in the garden of eden lifted
Stickin to eve before she was adams mistress
christ created christmas, I been in lyrical fitness
The is spitten til' he's spitless
50 bars of total sickness, you forget this
I'm every wack emcee alive on my shit list
Verbally vicious, telekenetically
Took you a minute, to exhibit that I'm wit it
Now you tell me who you is damaging shit
Going once, going
to that nigga name canibus
Me and mr.cheeks, a-plus, and doctor
out the hue helicopter to suey chop ya