Luyện nghe bài hát Proteck Ya Neck II the Zoo

See let a nigga come through that bullshit
Anytime you pop that shit
I'ma tell you you can a dick, you can suck a pussy
I know, it'll to what? Say what?

Now let all you motherfuckers know
(See knows that this is something you can't fuck, always)
Whether you Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan
You from nigga, I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker?

Where you reside
How you live? How you
the stack outs, this one's the blackout
Three-fifty-seven to your

Dunn can you hear me? Raw is how inflicting this
It's that G type that makes this real sickening
my styles I got my hand upon the trigger
Starts from the and hits the bigger nigga

Yo, straight actin' live about them hell
A known mental killer, or thriller, assassin of
The hot fatal mixture of carbonate water
Homicidal manslaughter, death is the start the mission

Travel the speed of wind, through the valley of sin
I step to ville and many man
Serving in my vicinity
is, Brooklyn, Zu

I get down I get down I crack your fuckin
Lay around and watch some real break ground
I can't shop 'cuz bro blowin' up the spot
Hit and niggaz know

Yo, grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion
Nervous, why the zoo brought me in
Now bring 'em forth, like the at the courts
Before the case begin, break me in his brain

And make he can't maintain the calmness
Ya harmless, watch how I bomb
Stage like mail, pre hands be the move
Now your is your fuckin' Platoon

Stale cells, flows through the air
I'm like a ninja, once I send ya down
Then I get furious, imperious, the
With the cleverest rhyme erupt to deduct your mind

Fuck, up on the hurry up
Known for burying ducks more styles than a muck
Warning you chump, is out for lunch
the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump

Never victim to no bitch
Jerked my dick, but got more hoes than a pimp
And score points than Shawn Kemp
Keepin' strong like the center on the Knicks

Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut
Ol' Bastard live and uncut
on a nigga who tried to run game on a

Got props than the President
My hardcore represent, blowin' niggaz who never had this
I'm gifted, so you can get wrapped
The shit I'm kickin', send it to your moms for
And tell her, Shorty Shit Stain it

to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant
'Cuz rap styles just down is aspired
You shoulda stayed instead of picking up a microphone

But if you run on up, like you tough
I your bluff, and blow you down with my hardcore
Stuff, I like twenty-four carat

Roll and with the party scene
Nigga wanna know me as Mr.
Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, the script and
Test my niggaz, you're trippin'

Drugged up from sniffin', you're the one riffin'
I'm not Opie, that old shit for Andy Griffith
Start to flip, slip, you're slippin'
While you I be the God on point

With Pip pen as I, jump on stage, flip rip a show
and rip a hoe, way like Bo
Jackson while I'm still taxin',
Relaxin', sittin' back good tracks

And again and again when I the jam
Wanna see 'em up in the air? up your hand
Introducin', one-man in town
It's wild, with the couldn't stand nigga

When the jump, stepped, to the
Of the inventor, MC's come at the
You get dap slapped, the MC map
Your ass that's your ass, on a shot

Come on I black and blue your whole crew
I get Rudy with the Hong Kong Foo
Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer, maker, Brooklyn, challenger
That I lay down like towel, I get higher

comes the ill, type ruffer
Style be untouched I'm leavin' down grammars on the pen
Who who what? What brings it? Tighter your anus
Chambers name is for the deepest trainers

it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmill
Deadly kills, at the last of the Sam's Mill
60 Second, nucleus, on your set
Hit you with the
(Yo, the door)