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 you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussy
I know, come to what? Say what?

Now I'ma let all you motherfuckers
(See them knows that this is you can't fuck, always)
Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you Manhattan
You from Queens nigga, I don't give a fuck, where you be

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

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

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

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

I get I get down I crack your fuckin crown
Lay around and watch real niggaz break ground
I shop 'cuz every bro blowin' up the spot
Hit and niggaz know

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

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

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

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

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

Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut
Ol' Dirty live 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', it to your moms for Christmas
And tell her, Shorty Shit sent it

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

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

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

up from 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
you sleep I be the God on point

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

And again and again I rock the jam
Wanna see 'em up in the air? Throw up your
Introducin', one-man band in
It's wild, with the style stand nigga

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

Come on I black and blue your whole crew
Then I get with the Hong Kong Foo
Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer, money maker, Brooklyn,
I lay down like towel, then I get higher

Here the ill, type ruffer
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

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