Luyện nghe bài hát Proteck Ya Neck II the Zoo

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

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

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

Dunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'ma inflicting
that G type slang that makes this 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 mental killer, or thriller, assassin of terror
The hot bloody fatal of carbonate water
Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order the mission

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

Yo, niggaz grab the mic the bites of a scorpion
Nervous, why the zoo brought 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 the calmness
Ya harmless, watch how I this
like mail, pre hands that be the move
Now your is your fuckin' Platoon

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

Fuck, shit up on the up
Known for burying ducks through more styles than a
Warning you chump, is out for lunch
Given the punch, soon to be paid 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 the center on the Knicks

Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut
Ol' Dirty 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', send it to your for Christmas
And tell her, Shorty Shit Stain it

Soon to have more green 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, you tough
I call your bluff, and blow you down my hardcore
Stuff, I like twenty-four carat

Roll and stroll the party scene
Nigga wanna know me as Mr.
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 that old shit for Griffith
Start to flip, slip, 'cuz you're
While you 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 sellin' good

And again and when 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 nigga

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

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

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

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