Luyện nghe bài hát Proteck Ya Neck II the Zoo

See let a nigga come through with bullshit
Anytime you pop 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 you can't fuck, always)
Whether you from Brooklyn, 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 your

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

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

Travel 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 around and watch some real niggaz break
I can't 'cuz every bro blowin' up the spot
Hit rocks and niggaz

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

And make sure he maintain the calmness
Ya harmless, watch how I this
like mail, pre hands that be the move
Now your Posse is your Platoon

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

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

Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut
Ol' Dirty Bastard and uncut
on a nigga who tried to run game 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 shit I'm kickin', send it to your moms for
And tell her, Shorty Shit sent it

Soon to have more green than the Jolly Giant
'Cuz niggaz rap styles down is aspired
You shoulda stayed home of picking up a microphone

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

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

up from sniffin', you're the one who's 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 Scottie Pip pen as I, on stage, flip rip a show
and rip a hoe, way like Bo
Jackson while I'm taxin', maxin'
Relaxin', sittin' back good tracks

And again and again when I the jam
Wanna see 'em up in the air? 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, MC's at the
You get dap slapped, the MC map
Your ass that's your ass, on a 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 towel, then I get higher

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

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