Luyện nghe bài hát Proteck Ya Neck II the Zoo

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

Where you reside
How you How you see?
Sort the stack outs, this the blackout
to your mouth

Dunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'ma this
It's 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, actin' live about them hell fires
A known mental killer, or thriller, of terror
The hot bloody fatal mixture of carbonate
Homicidal manslaughter, is the order start the mission

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

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

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

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

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

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

Never fall victim to no
Jerked my dick, but still got more hoes than a
And score more points than Shawn
powerfully strong 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, blowin' niggaz back who had this
I'm gifted, so you can get wrapped
The shit I'm kickin', it to your moms for Christmas
And her, Shorty Shit Stain sent it

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

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

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

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

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

And again and again when I the jam
Wanna see 'em up in the air? Throw up hand
Introducin', one-man in town
It's wild, with the couldn't stand nigga

When the jump, stepped, to the
Of the rhyme inventor, MC's 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 your crew
Then I get Rudy the Hong Kong Foo
Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer, maker, Brooklyn, challenger
That I lay down like towel, I get higher

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

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