Luyện nghe bài hát Proteck Ya Neck II the Zoo

See let a nigga come with that bullshit
Anytime you pop shit 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 knows that this is something you can't fuck, always)
Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from
You from Queens nigga, I give a fuck, where you be motherfucker?

Where you motherfucker?
How you live? How you
Sort the stack outs, this one's the
Three-fifty-seven to your

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

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

Travel like the of wind, through the valley of sin
I step to and murdered 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 shop 'cuz every bro blowin' up the
Hit rocks and know

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

And make sure he can't maintain the
Ya harmless, watch how I bomb
like mail, pre hands that be the move
Now your Posse is your fuckin'

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 erupt 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 punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump

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

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

Got props than the President
My hardcore represent, niggaz back who never had this
'Cause I'm gifted, so you can get
The I'm kickin', send it to your moms for Christmas
And tell her, Shit Stain sent it

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

But if you wanna run on up, you tough
I your bluff, and blow you down with my hardcore
Stuff, I shine like carat

Roll and stroll the party scene
Nigga wanna me as Mr. Clean
Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the 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 Andy
Start to flip, slip, 'cuz slippin'
you sleep I be the God on point

With Scottie Pip pen as I, jump on stage, 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 band in
It's wild, with the style couldn't 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 black and blue your whole
Then I get Rudy with the Kong Foo
Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer, maker, Brooklyn, challenger
That I lay down like towel, then I get

Here the ill, type ruffer
be untouched I'm leavin' broken down grammars on the pen
Who who what? What brings it? Tighter your anus
Chambers this 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, on your set
Hit you with the
(Yo, the door)