Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck

I smoke on the mic like Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, raising with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in
Swinging through your town your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tick tock ticking
While I get you flipping off the 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 Goodbye like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Deck's on the set
The rebel, I make more than heavy metal

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

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

Ooh, what, grab my nut, get
Oww, here comes my style
True
To my with the "soo!"

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

Yo, you protect ya neck!

First things first, man, fucking with the worst
I'll be sticking pins in head like a fucking nurse
I'll attack any nigga who slack in his
fully packed with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you stepped to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight the Brooklyn Zu
And be damned if I let any man
Come to my center, you enter the
up and down, that shit packed: jam
You can't slam, let me get fool on him, man
The Ol' Dirty Bastard is and stinking
Ason rolling with the night of the creeps
Niggas be rolling a stash
Ain't saying cash, my style I'll bite your 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 lethal
My pen that rocks from to Oregon
Here's more again, it like a psycho flashback
I love Gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust
I come with shit that's all types of shapes and
And where I lounge is my grounds
I a order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up all around the border
And get far a shooting star
Cause who I are is livin' the of Pablo Escobar
Point-blank as I the square biz
There it is, you're fucking with and there it goes

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

The Wu is too for these Cold Killin' labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt
Be doing artists in like Cain did
Now they money's getting to the gum under the table
That's what you get when you misuse what I
Your empire falls and you every cent
For trying to blow up a
Now thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
Should've it when I rocked it
Niggas so stingy they got short arms and deep
This goes on in companies
With majors, they're to death to pump these
First of all, who's your
A mountain climber who plays an electric
But he know the meaning of "dope"
he's looking for a "suit-and-tie rap"
That's cleaner a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest thing in
Matter of fact, bring out the girls and have a mud fight

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