Luyện nghe bài hát Proteck Ya Neck II the Zoo

See let a nigga come through that bullshit
Anytime you pop that nigga
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 motherfuckers
(See them knows that is something you can't fuck, always)
you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan
You from Queens nigga, I give a fuck, where you be motherfucker?

you reside motherfucker?
How you live? How you
Sort the stack outs, this the blackout
Three-fifty-seven to mouth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Never fall victim to no
Jerked my dick, but still got more 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 more props the President
My hardcore represent, blowin' back who never had this
I'm gifted, so you can get wrapped
The shit I'm kickin', it to your moms for Christmas
And tell her, Shorty Shit sent it

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

But if you wanna run on up, like you
I call your bluff, and blow you down with my
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 skill niggaz, you're

up from sniffin', you're the one who's riffin'
I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Griffith
Start to flip, slip, 'cuz slippin'
you sleep I be the God on point

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

And again and again I rock the jam
Wanna see 'em up in the Throw up your hand
Introducin', band in town
It's wild, with the style couldn't stand

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 through I black and blue your whole
Then I get Rudy the Hong Kong Foo
Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer, maker, Brooklyn, challenger
That I lay like towel, then I get higher

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

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