Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck

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

The way I make the crowd go
Sit back, relax smile
Rae got it going on pal, call me the rap
Rhymes and built like 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 bomb like math
So if you try to flip, go flip on the next man
I grab 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 left
And set it off, get it off, let it off a Gat
I wanna break, fool, cock me
Small change, putting shame in the game
I aim and blow that nigga out the frame
And like Fame, my style will forever
Niggas crossing over, but they don't know no
But I do, true, can I get a "soo"
respect due to the one-six-ooh
I mean ohh, yo out the flow
Like the Hudson, or PCP I'm dustin'
off, because I'm hot like sauce
The smoke the lyrical blunt makes me eughck

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

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

Yo, you best ya neck!

First things first, man, fucking with the worst
I'll be sticking pins in your head like a nurse
I'll attack any nigga who in his mack
Come packed with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you you stepped through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight 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, don't let me get on him, man
The Ol' Bastard is dirty and stinking
Ason rolling with the night of the creeps
be rolling with a stash
Ain't saying cash, bite my I'll bite your motherfucking ass!

For out loud, my style is wild, so book me
Not long is how that this rhyme took me
styles from my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks from to Oregon
more again, catch it like a psycho flashback
I love Gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't back
I come with shit that's all types of shapes and
And I lounge is my stomping grounds
I give a order to my peeps across the
To go and snatch up props all 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 fucking with pros and it goes

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

The Wu is too for these Cold Killin' labels
Some ain't had hits I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doing artists in like Cain did
Now they money's getting stuck to the gum the table
That's you get when you misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and you every cent
For to blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt bulb
Should've pumped it when I it
Niggas so stingy they got short and deep pockets
This goes on in companies
With majors, they're scared to to pump these
of all, who's your A&R?
A climber who plays an electric guitar?
But he don't know the 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 let's have a mud

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