Luyện nghe bài hát Proteck Ya Neck II the Zoo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

fall victim to no bitch
Jerked my dick, but still got hoes than a pimp
And score more points than Kemp
Keepin' powerfully strong like the center on the

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

Got more 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 for Christmas
And tell her, Shit Stain sent it

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

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

Roll and stroll with the scene
Nigga know me as Mr. Clean
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, save old shit for Andy Griffith
Start to flip, slip, you're slippin'
While you sleep I be the God on

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

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

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

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

Here comes the ill, type
Style be I'm leavin' broken down 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 venom kills, at the last of the Mill
60 Second, nucleus, on your set
Hit you the blast
(Yo, the door)