Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts from The Ease

(mr.cheeks)
Yo, we come through like balls, nigga take two and pass,
Nigga, watch your back once you out your ass
I up 3-80 and my stash for protection,
is raged, the world is acting crazy
I thought I'd make it, it was hectic when I scrambled
On point like a knife life as a gamble
And living in the rotten apple, yo where every corner is
To all my niggas rest in peace to see you gone but not
Now my main wife, as shaded bricks,
Official lost since 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 think you can fuck around, but kid you're thinking
It's over when I'm sober, when I'm drinking
With blinking man, I'll tare your like pages
rip you from the backyard of (? ) ...

(a+)
A plus the lyrically superb one, rhymes
the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums
Rotten shit, make the opposite call time out,
Knockin niggas 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 fast money, I get up in that ass
The fact you tryin' to test me bugs me
I leave fed up, like handicap niggas tryin' to get up
get wet up with lyrical gun pillars,
I blow up the spot when it's to rock
I speak a mic my voice peak out of one-hundred watts
Who wanna cipher, I get
Word to my mother my father the ghost and rev run,
When the set it down, I'm inner serviced
To cop the kind of verses that average emcees to worship

(redman)
My style is milking magnesia, clutch divide speeding
The the merrier, secure the area, my life familiar
Is ultimate superior we don't jack cars
We jack for air craft
I bounce like trampolines, when I be blowing the feces to
Hymn em like sewing and jesus
When the shadows of the barrel pointing out my (? )
I get punished (? ) 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 you a deluxe ku kux legend
I got a headache from the stress, success not a vest
5-11 for being dirty and quarts of
Yo, mr.cheeks, I made this bitch call
She tried a nine piece
Forgot the on false teeth
I return like makaveli on 18 pirelli's
Assault and like my palms was ever ready
as mishedes
Matter of I slap (? ) ...

(canibus)
Canibus the sickest drama,
enough to pierce the thickest armor
I smack who try to suck dick through the condom
Playing the mic is something I wont do
My concern when I approach you, is to roast you
I smoke you and whoever you standing to
And every man in your crew deny that he knows you
Defeating, niggas segal steven,
Putting emcees in, positions to prevent them breathing
make you question any and everything you've ever believed in
By your deepest secrets like psychic readers,
What's the matter with ya'll, I ya'll
Against the mutha wall with 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
Twice as as krs is, who wanna test this
y'all 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 stop, when I put you in a headlock,
And apply pressure until I your mutha fuckin noggin
I grab mics and push niggas to the
So their hearts end up on the right side of their chests
My hypothesis, is nobody can see this
Lyrical genius, I got it like a seamstress
But if you to battle, I'm down,
If you got nine lives, I'll take eight of them off hands right now
Step up and get your neck cut ear to ear
If you survive, then you can your scar with a beard
I'm the illest from to the new jerusalem briddicks
Anyone who ain't my shidit can suck my didick
You to quit it, if you ain't spittin
More than 50 bars per minute cause you ain't in lyrical
Kicken boring with metaphors thats wack
All of y'all mutha need nordatrack
To get ya weight up, fuckin with you get ate up
Beat and sprayed up, just for bringing my name up
Been rockin longer than twice my age
Back in the days before bob was rockin a fade
honest abe signed the paper that freed slaves
Before was drawing on walls in caves
I existed, in the garden of eden lifted
Stickin dick to eve before she was adams
Before christ created christmas, I been in fitness
The canibus is spitten til' spitless
50 bars of total sickness, you wont this
I'm putten every wack emcee alive on my shit
vicious, telekenetically gifted
Took you a minute, to exhibit I'm sick wit it
Now you tell me who you is damaging shit
Going once, going
Sold to that nigga name
Me and mr.cheeks, a-plus, and doctor
Hopping out the hue helicopter to suey ya