Luyện nghe bài hát Proteck Ya Neck II the Zoo

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

Now let all you motherfuckers know
(See them knows that is something 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 motherfucker?
How you How you see?
Sort the stack outs, this the blackout
to your mouth

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

Yo, straight actin' live about them fires
A known mental killer, or thriller, assassin of
The hot bloody fatal 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 murdered man
justice in my vicinity
is, Brooklyn, Zu

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

Yo, niggaz 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 sure he can't maintain the calmness
Ya harmless, how I bomb this
Stage like mail, pre that be the move
Now your is your fuckin' Platoon

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

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

Never fall to no bitch
Jerked my dick, but still got hoes than a pimp
And score more points than Kemp
Keepin' powerfully 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 more props the President
My hardcore represent, blowin' niggaz who never had this
I'm gifted, so you can get wrapped
The I'm kickin', send it to your moms for Christmas
And tell her, Shorty Shit Stain it

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

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

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

up from sniffin', you're the one who's riffin'
I'm not Opie, that old shit for Andy Griffith
Start to flip, slip, 'cuz you're
you sleep 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 sellin' tracks

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

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

on through I black and blue your whole crew
Then I get Rudy with the Kong Foo
Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer, maker, Brooklyn, challenger
That I lay down towel, then 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 than anus
Chambers this is for the deepest trainers

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