Luyện nghe bài hát Proteck Ya Neck II the Zoo

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

Now let all you motherfuckers know
(See them knows that this is something you fuck, always)
Whether you 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
the stack outs, this one's the blackout
Three-fifty-seven to mouth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Never fall to no bitch
Jerked my dick, but still got more hoes a pimp
And score points than Shawn Kemp
powerfully 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 more than the President
My represent, blowin' niggaz back who never had this
I'm gifted, so you can get wrapped
The I'm kickin', send it to your moms for Christmas
And tell her, Shit Stain sent it

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

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

and stroll with the party scene
Nigga wanna know me as Mr.
Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the and
Test my skill niggaz, trippin'

Drugged up from sniffin', you're the one riffin'
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, 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
Wanna see 'em up in the air? up your hand
Introducin', one-man in town
wild, with the style couldn't stand nigga

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

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

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

it stainless, steel, on time 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)