Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck

I smoke on the mic like Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, hell with the flavor
the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swinging through town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tick tock ticking
While I get you flipping off the I'm kicking
The Lone Ranger, red: danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip the apart
The vandal, too hot to
You battle, you're saying Goodbye like Tevin
Roughneck, Inspectah on the set
The rebel, I make more noise heavy metal

The way I make the crowd go
Sit back, relax smile
Rae got it going on pal, call me the rap
Rhymes rugged and like Schwarzenegger
And I'mma get mad deep like a threat, up your project
Then take all your
Cause I came to shake the in half
the thoughts that bomb shit like math
So if you try to flip, go flip on the next man
I grab the clip, and
Hit you 16 shots and more, I got
Going to war the melting pot, hot

It's the Method Man, for "Mr. Meth"
on your left
And set it off, get it off, let it off a Gat
I break, fool, cock me back
Small change, putting shame in the game
I take aim and that nigga out the frame
And like Fame, my will live forever
Niggas crossing over, but they know no better
But I do, true, can I get a "soo"
respect due to the one-six-ooh
I ohh, yo check out the flow
Like the Hudson, or PCP I'm dustin'
Niggas off, because I'm hot sauce
The smoke the lyrical blunt makes me eughck

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

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

Yo, you protect ya neck!

First things first, man, fucking with the worst
I'll be sticking pins in your head a fucking nurse
I'll attack any nigga who slack in his
Come fully packed with a fat stack
Shame on you when you through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight the Brooklyn Zu
And I'll be if I let any man
Come to my center, you the winter
up and down, that shit packed: jam
You slam, don't let me get fool on him, man
The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and
Ason 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 this took me
Ejecting from my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks from here to
more again, catch it like a psycho flashback
I love Gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't back
I come with shit all types of shapes and sounds
And I lounge is my stomping grounds
I give a order to my peeps the water
To go and snatch up all around the border
And get far a shooting star
who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar
Point-blank as I kick the biz
There it is, you're with pros and there it goes

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

The Wu is too slammin' for these Killin' labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt
Be doing artists in like did Abel
Now they getting stuck to the gum under the table
That's what you get you misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and you lose cent
For trying to up a scrub
Now that thought was just as as a 20-watt light bulb
pumped it when I rocked it
Niggas so they got short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in companies
With majors, they're to death to pump these
First of all, your A&R?
A mountain climber who plays an guitar?
But he don't the meaning of "dope"
When he's for a "suit-and-tie rap"
That's than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest thing in
Matter of fact, bring out the girls and let's a mud fight

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