Luyện nghe bài hát Proteck Ya Neck II the Zoo

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

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

Where you motherfucker?
How you live? How you
Sort the stack outs, one's the blackout
to your mouth

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

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

Travel like the speed of wind, through the 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 crown
Lay around and watch some real break ground
I can't 'cuz every bro blowin' up the spot
Hit rocks and know

Yo, niggaz the mic like the bites of a scorpion
Nervous, that's why the zoo me in
Now 'em forth, like the tortures at the courts
Before the begin, first break me in his brain

And make sure he maintain the calmness
Ya harmless, watch how I bomb
Stage like mail, pre hands that be the
Now Posse is your fuckin' Platoon

Stale cells, just flows the air
I'm like a ninja, once I ya down stairs
I get furious, imperious, the lyricist
With the cleverest rhyme to deduct your fuckin' mind

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

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

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

Got more props than the
My hardcore represent, blowin' niggaz back who had this
'Cause I'm gifted, so you can get
The shit I'm kickin', it to your moms for Christmas
And tell her, Shit Stain sent it

Soon to have green than the Jolly Green Giant
'Cuz niggaz rap styles just down is
You shoulda home instead of picking up a microphone

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

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

Drugged up sniffin', you're the one who's riffin'
I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Griffith
to flip, slip, 'cuz 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 I'm still taxin', maxin'
Relaxin', sittin' back sellin' tracks

And again and when I rock the jam
Wanna see 'em up in the air? up your hand
Introducin', one-man band in
It's wild, the style 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 through I black and your whole crew
Then I get Rudy the Hong Kong Foo
Ol' Bastard, MC killer, money maker, Brooklyn, challenger
That I lay down towel, then I get higher

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

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