Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck

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

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

the Method Man, for short "Mr. Meth"
Moving on your
And set it off, get it off, let it off a Gat
I wanna break, fool, me back
Small change, they putting shame in the
I take aim and blow that nigga out the
And like Fame, my style live forever
Niggas crossing over, but don't know 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 I'm dustin'
off, because I'm hot like sauce
The from the lyrical blunt makes me eughck

Ooh, what, grab my nut, get
Oww, here comes my style
B-A-ba-B-Y-U
To my with the "soo!"

baby baby c'mon baby baby c'mon baby 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 like a fucking
I'll any nigga who slack in his mack
Come packed with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the Brooklyn Zu
And I'll be if I let any man
Come to my center, you enter the
up and down, that shit packed: jam
You can't slam, don't let me get on him, man
The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and
Ason Unique rolling the night of the creeps
Niggas be with a stash
Ain't saying cash, bite my style I'll bite your ass!

For crying out loud, my style is wild, so 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 bust back
I come shit that's all types of shapes and sounds
And I lounge is my stomping grounds
I give a order to my across the water
To go and snatch up props all around the
And get far like a shooting
Cause who I are is livin' the of Pablo Escobar
Point-blank as I kick the biz
There it is, you're fucking with pros and 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 attack the with the buck us style
The ruckus, 10 times 10 men mad sin
Turn the other cheek and break your fucking chin
Slaying boom-bangs like drums
Coming the mountain when I come
Crazy flamboyant for the rap
My clan increase black unemployment
Yeah, one down, G-g-genius
Take us the fuck here

The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin'
Some ain't had hits since I 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 empire falls and you lose cent
For trying to blow up a
Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light
pumped it when I rocked it
Niggas so stingy they got short and deep pockets
goes on in some companies
With majors, they're scared to death to these
First of all, your A&R?
A mountain who plays an electric guitar?
But he don't know the of "dope"
he's looking for a "suit-and-tie rap"
That's than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest in sight
Matter of fact, bring out the girls and let's have a mud

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