Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck

I smoke on the mic like smokin' Joe
The hell-raiser, raising hell with the
Terrorize the jam troops in Pakistan
Swinging your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tock keep ticking
I get you flipping off the shit I'm kicking
The Lone Ranger, code danger!
in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart
The vandal, too hot to
You battle, you're saying Goodbye like Campbell
Roughneck, Deck's on the set
The rebel, I make more noise than metal

The way I the crowd go wild
Sit back, won't smile
Rae got it going on pal, me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and like Schwarzenegger
And I'mma get mad deep a threat, blow up your project
Then take all your
Cause I came to shake the frame in
the thoughts that bomb shit like math
So if you wanna try to flip, go on the next man
I grab the clip, and
Hit you with 16 and more, I got
Going to war the melting pot, hot

the Method Man, for short "Mr. Meth"
Moving on left
And set it off, get it off, let it off a Gat
I wanna break, fool, me back
Small change, they shame in the game
I take aim and blow that out the frame
And like Fame, my will live forever
Niggas over, but they don't know no better
But I do, true, can I get a "soo"
Enough respect due to the
I mean ohh, yo check out the
the Hudson, or PCP when I'm dustin'
Niggas off, I'm hot like sauce
The from the lyrical blunt makes me eughck

Ooh, what, my nut, get screwed
Oww, comes my Shaolin style
B-A-ba-B-Y-U
To my crew the "soo!"

C'mon baby baby c'mon baby baby c'mon baby c'mon

Yo, you protect ya neck!

First things first, man, you're fucking the worst
I'll be sticking pins in your head a fucking nurse
I'll attack any nigga who in his mack
fully packed with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you stepped to
The Ol' Dirty straight from the Brooklyn Zu
And I'll be if I let any man
to my center, you enter the winter
Straight up and down, that shit jam
You slam, don't let me get fool on him, man
The Ol' Bastard is dirty and stinking
Unique rolling with the night of the creeps
Niggas be rolling a stash
Ain't saying cash, bite my style I'll bite motherfucking ass!

For out loud, my style is wild, so book me
Not long is how long that rhyme took me
Ejecting styles from my weapon
My pen that from here to Oregon
Here's more again, it like a psycho flashback
I love Gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't back
I come with shit that's all of shapes and sounds
And where I is my stomping grounds
I give a order to my peeps across the
To go and up props all around the border
And get far like a star
Cause who I are is livin' the of Pablo Escobar
Point-blank as I the square biz
There it is, you're with pros and there it goes

Yo chill with the feedback, black, we don't need
It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the your seed at?
Feeling mad hostile, ran the
Flowing like Christ when I the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll then attack the with the buck us style
The ruckus, 10 times 10 men mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll your fucking chin
boom-bangs like African drums
Coming around the when I come
flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase black unemployment
Yeah, one down, G-g-genius
Take us the fuck outta

The Wu is too slammin' for Cold Killin' labels
Some had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doing in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's getting stuck to the gum the table
That's what you get when you misuse what I
Your falls and you lose every cent
For to blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright as a light bulb
pumped it when I rocked it
Niggas so stingy they got short and deep pockets
This goes on in companies
majors, they're scared to death to pump these
First of all, who's your
A mountain climber who an electric guitar?
But he know the meaning of "dope"
When he's for a "suit-and-tie rap"
That's than a bar of soap
And I'm the thing in sight
Matter of fact, bring out the girls and let's a mud fight

You protect ya neck!
You protect ya neck!
You best ya neck!
You protect ya neck!