Luyện nghe bài hát Proteck Ya Neck II the Zoo

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

Now I'ma let all you motherfuckers
(See them knows that this is you can't fuck, always)
Whether you from Brooklyn, you from Manhattan
You from nigga, I don't 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 this
It's that G type slang that makes real sickening
Ignite my styles I got my hand upon the
from the smallest and hits the bigger nigga

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

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

I get down I get I crack your fuckin crown
Lay around and watch real niggaz break ground
I can't shop every bro blowin' up the spot
Hit rocks and 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 case begin, first break me in his

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

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

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

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

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

Got props 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 moms for
And her, Shorty Shit Stain sent it

Soon to have more green the Jolly Green Giant
'Cuz rap styles just down is aspired
You shoulda stayed home instead of 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 carat

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

Drugged up from sniffin', you're the one who's
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 Scottie Pip pen as I, 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 again I rock the jam
Wanna see 'em up in the air? Throw up hand
Introducin', one-man in town
wild, with 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 ass, on a whore shot

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

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

it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmill
Deadly venom kills, at the last of the Mill
60 Second, nucleus, attack on set
Hit you with the
(Yo, the door)