Luyện nghe bài hát Proteck Ya Neck II the Zoo

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

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

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

can you hear me? Raw is how I'ma inflicting this
It's that G type slang that makes this real
Ignite my I got my hand upon the trigger
from the smallest and hits the bigger nigga

Yo, straight live about them hell fires
A mental killer, or thriller, assassin of terror
The hot bloody fatal mixture of carbonate
manslaughter, death is the order start the mission

Travel like the speed of wind, through the of sin
I to ville and murdered many man
Serving justice in my
is, Brooklyn, Zu

I get down I get down I crack your fuckin
Lay around and watch real niggaz break ground
I shop 'cuz every bro blowin' up the spot
Hit rocks and niggaz

Yo, niggaz grab the mic like the bites of a
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 sure he can't the calmness
Ya harmless, watch how I bomb
Stage like mail, pre hands be the move
Now Posse is your fuckin' Platoon

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

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

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

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

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

Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green
'Cuz niggaz rap styles down is aspired
You shoulda stayed home instead of up a microphone

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Here comes the ill, ruffer
Style be I'm leavin' broken down grammars on the pen
Who who what? brings it? Tighter than your anus
this name is for the deepest trainers

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