Luyện nghe bài hát Proteck Ya Neck II the Zoo

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

Now let all you motherfuckers know
(See them knows that 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?

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

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

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

Travel like the speed of wind, 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 fuckin crown
Lay and watch some real niggaz break ground
I can't 'cuz every bro blowin' 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 bring 'em forth, the tortures at the courts
Before the case begin, first break me in his

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

Stale cells, just 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, up on the hurry up
Known for burying through more styles than a muck
Warning you chump, is out for lunch
Given the punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump

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

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 represent, blowin' niggaz back who never had this
I'm gifted, so you can get wrapped
The shit I'm kickin', send it to moms for Christmas
And tell her, Shorty Stain sent it

to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant
'Cuz rap styles just down is aspired
You shoulda stayed 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 shine like twenty-four

Roll and stroll 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', the one who's riffin'
I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Griffith
Start to flip, slip, you're slippin'
you sleep 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', sittin' back good tracks

And again and when I rock the jam
Wanna see 'em up in the air? Throw up your
Introducin', one-man band in
It's wild, with the couldn't stand 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 ass, on a whore shot

Come on through I black and blue your crew
I get Rudy with the Hong Kong Foo
Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer, maker, Brooklyn, challenger
That I lay 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? brings it? Tighter than your anus
Chambers this name is for the 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 the blast
(Yo, the door)