Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts From The East

(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
nigga your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in my for protection
family deranged, the world is acting
I never thought I'd make it, it was hectic I scrambled
on like a knife I'm living life as a gamble
in the rotten apple, yo where every corner is rotten
to all my niggas rest in peace, see you gone but not
now my main wifey, dead as chicks,
official Lost Boyz the year of '86
and fuck these crooked niggas I could kill 'em a passion
at times I like slashing in Jamaican Queens fashion
you you can fuck around, but kid you just thinking
it's when I'm sober, imagine when I'm drinking
without blinking man, I'll tear your like pages
I rip you the backyard, and (?) in stages

(A+)
A plus the lyrically one, spittin rhymes
the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums
rotten shit, the opposite team call time out
knockin niggas three times my out
the crowd loves me, so when I around they ask for me
I buckle up to kick rap like a crash
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 tryin' to get up
emcees get wet up lyrical gun pellets,
I blow up the when it's time to rock
I speak out - my voicebox out at a hundred watts
who wanna cipher, I get
word to my mother, the Father, the Holy and Rev Run
when the set it down, I'm inna service
to cop the kind of verses that average emcees will

(Redman)
My is milk of magnesia, clutch the 5-speed and bust
the the merrier, secure the area, my la familia
is superior we don't jack cars
we jack for carriers
I bounce like trampolines, when I be blowing the to pieces
hymn em like sewing machines and
when the of the barrel pointing out my boy' Camarro
I get like pharaoh for splittin'
You're better off singing Christmas for Christmas
because I'm on like bow and arrow equipment
the president of head conventions
I give you a deluxe Ku Klux
I got a from the stress, success, not wearing a vest
511 for being dirty, quarts of
yo, Mr.Cheeks, I made this call police
she tried swallowing a piece
forgot the on false teeth
I like Makaveli on 18 inch Pirelli's
assault and battery my palm says Eveready
as machetes
matter of I slap the cardiac (?)

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