Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck

I smoke on the mic like smokin' Joe
The hell-raiser, raising with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like in Pakistan
through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tock keep ticking
I get you flipping off the shit I'm kicking
The Ranger, code red: danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts
The vandal, too hot to
You battle, you're Goodbye like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Inspectah on the set
The rebel, I make more noise heavy metal

The way I make the crowd go
Sit back, won't smile
Rae got it going on pal, me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built Schwarzenegger
And I'mma get mad deep like a threat, blow up project
Then all your assets
Cause I came to the frame in half
With the that bomb shit like math
So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the man
Cause I the clip, and
Hit you with 16 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, they putting shame in the
I take aim and blow that out the frame
And like Fame, my style will live
Niggas crossing over, but they don't no better
But I do, true, can I get a "soo"
Enough due to the one-six-ooh
I ohh, yo check out the flow
Like the Hudson, or PCP when I'm
off, because I'm hot like sauce
The from 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!"

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

Yo, you best ya neck!

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

For crying out loud, my style is wild, so me
Not long is how that this rhyme took me
Ejecting styles my lethal weapon
My pen rocks from here to Oregon
Here's more again, catch it a psycho flashback
I love Gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust
I come with shit all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my stomping
I give a to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all the border
And get far like a shooting
Cause who I are is livin' the life of Escobar
as I kick the square 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 seed at?
mad hostile, ran the apostle
Flowing like Christ when I the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe the buck us style
The ruckus, 10 times 10 men mad sin
Turn the other and I'll break your fucking chin
Slaying boom-bangs like drums
Coming around the mountain when I
Crazy for the rap enjoyment
My increase like black unemployment
Yeah, another one down,
Take us the fuck outta

The Wu is too slammin' for these Killin' labels
Some ain't had hits I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doing artists in like Cain did
Now they money's stuck to the gum under the table
That's what you get when you misuse I invent
Your falls and you lose every cent
For trying to blow up a
Now that thought was as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
Should've pumped it when I it
Niggas so stingy they got short and deep pockets
This goes on in some
With majors, they're scared to death to pump
First of all, who's A&R?
A climber who plays an electric guitar?
But he know the meaning of "dope"
When he's for a "suit-and-tie rap"
That's cleaner than a bar of
And I'm the dirtiest thing in
Matter of fact, out the girls and let's have a mud fight

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