Luyện nghe bài hát Proteck Ya Neck II the Zoo

See let a come through with that bullshit
Anytime you pop that nigga
I'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a
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 from Brooklyn, whether you Manhattan
You from Queens nigga, I don't give a fuck, where you be

Where you 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 inflicting this
that G type slang that makes this real sickening
Ignite my styles I got my upon the trigger
Starts from the smallest and the bigger nigga

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

Travel the speed 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 I crack your fuckin crown
Lay around and watch real niggaz 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 at the courts
Before the case begin, first me in his brain

And sure he can't 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, flows through the air
I'm like a ninja, once I ya down stairs
Then I get furious, imperious, the
With the cleverest rhyme erupt to deduct your mind

Fuck, shit up on the up
Known for burying ducks through more 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
my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimp
And more points 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 nigga who tried to run 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 Jolly Giant
'Cuz rap styles just down is aspired
You shoulda stayed home instead of picking up a

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

Roll and with the party scene
Nigga wanna 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 riffin'
I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Griffith
Start to flip, slip, you're slippin'
While you sleep I be the God on

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

And again and when I rock the jam
Wanna see 'em up in the air? Throw up your
Introducin', band in town
It's wild, with the style couldn't stand

the jump, stepped, to the center
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 blue whole crew
Then I get Rudy the Hong Kong Foo
Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer, maker, Brooklyn, challenger
That I lay down like towel, then I get

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

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