Luyện nghe bài hát Beasts From The East

(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas two pulls and pass
watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in my stash for
family deranged, the is acting crazed
I never thought I'd it, it was hectic when 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 in peace, see you gone but not forgotten
now my main wifey, as shady chicks,
Lost Boyz since the year of '86
and fuck these crooked niggas I kill 'em with a passion
at times I feel like slashing in Jamaican fashion
you think you can fuck around, but kid you just
it's over when I'm sober, imagine when I'm
without blinking man, I'll tear your crew pages
I rip you from the backyard, and (?) in

(A+)
A the lyrically superb one, spittin rhymes
from the top of the tongue to 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 around ask for me
I buckle up to kick rap like a crash
for the fast money, I get up in that ass
the you tryin' to test me kinda bugs me
I crews fed up, like handicap niggas tryin' to get up
get wet up with lyrical gun pellets,
I blow up the spot when time to rock
I speak out - my voicebox out at a hundred watts
who cipher, I get dumb
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 that average emcees will worship

(Redman)
My is milk of magnesia, clutch the 5-speed and bust
the the merrier, secure the area, my la familia
is ultimate superior we don't cars
we for aircraft carriers
I bounce trampolines, when I be blowing the fiends to pieces
hymn em like sewing and Jesus
the shadows of the barrel pointing out my boy' Camarro
I get punished like pharaoh for
You're off singing Christmas carols for Christmas
because I'm on point bow and arrow equipment
the president of chicken head
I you a deluxe Ku Klux lynchin'
I got a headache from the stress, success, not a vest
511 for dirty, quarts of 9-30
yo, Mr.Cheeks, I made this call police
she swallowing a nine piece
the warranty on false teeth
I return Makaveli on 18 inch Pirelli's
assault and battery like my says Eveready
as machetes
matter of I slap the cardiac (?)

(Canibus)
Canibus brings the drama
enough to pierce the thickest armor
I smack who try to suck dick through the condom
with the mic is something I won't do
my only concern I approach 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'
I'll make you question any and everything ever believed in
by peeping your secrets like psychic readers
what's the matter with ya'll, I ya'll
against the muthafuckin wall these raw lyrics I catapult
none of got the balls big enough to battle
I go On & On like Erykah
a hundred times than the best is
twice as African as KRS is, who wanna this?
fuck y'all you impress me and no one can test me
an emcee so ill, I got AIDS scared to me
all shit you poppin' will stop, when I put you in a headlock,
and pressure until I crush your muthafuckin noggin
I grab mics and push niggas to the
so fast hearts end up on the right side of their 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, I'll take eight of them off your hands now
step up and get your cut from ear to ear
if you survive then you can cover up your with a beard
I'm the illest from Queens to the new briddicks
who ain't feeling my shiddit can suck my diddick
you to quit it, if you ain't spittin'
more than 50 bars per minute you ain't in lyrical fitness
kickin' boring raps with metaphors wack
all of ya'll muthafuckas need
to get ya up, fuckin with Canibus you get ate up
beat down and sprayed up, for bringing my name up
been rockin' longer niggas twice my age
back in the before Bob Marley was rockin' a fade
before Abe signed the paper that freed slaves
before Neanderthals was drawing on walls in
I existed, in the garden of Eden lifted
stickin' dick to Eve she was Adam's mistress
before created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness
the Canibus is spittin' he's spitless
50 bars of sickness, you won't forget this
I'm puttin' every wack alive on my shit list
vicious, telekinetically gifted
took you a minute to that I'm sick wit it
now you tell me who you is damaging shit
once, going twice
sold! to that name Canibus
me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk
out the Huey helicopter to suey chop ya.