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 to what? Say what?

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

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

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

Yo, straight actin' 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 justice in my
is, Brooklyn, Zu

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

Yo, niggaz grab the mic 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, first break me in his

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

Stale cells, just flows the air
I'm like a ninja, I send 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 more styles than a muck
you chump, brain is out for lunch
Given the power punch, soon to be like Donald Trump

Never fall victim to no
Jerked my dick, but still got hoes than a pimp
And more points than Shawn Kemp
Keepin' powerfully like the center on the Knicks

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

Got more props the President
My hardcore represent, niggaz 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 Stain sent it

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

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

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

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

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

And again and again I rock the jam
Wanna see 'em up in the air? Throw up your
Introducin', one-man band in
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

on through I black and blue your whole crew
Then I get Rudy with the Hong Foo
Ol' Bastard, MC killer, money maker, Brooklyn, challenger
That I lay down like towel, 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 this name is for the trainers

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