Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck

I on the mic like smokin' Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam troops in Pakistan
Swinging through your like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tick tock ticking
While I get you flipping off the 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 Goodbye like Campbell
Roughneck, Deck's on the set
The rebel, I make noise 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 like
And I'mma get mad like a threat, blow up your project
take all your assets
Cause I to shake the frame in half
With the thoughts that bomb shit 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

the Method Man, for short "Mr. Meth"
Moving on your
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 style will forever
Niggas over, but they don't know no better
But I do, true, can I get a "soo"
Enough due to the one-six-ooh
I mean ohh, yo check out the
Like the Hudson, or PCP I'm dustin'
Niggas off, I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical makes me eughck

Ooh, what, my nut, get screwed
Oww, comes 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 first, man, you're fucking with the worst
I'll be sticking pins in your like a fucking nurse
attack any nigga who slack in his mack
Come fully packed a fat rugged stack
Shame on you you stepped through to
The Ol' Bastard straight from 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, don't let me get on him, man
The Ol' Bastard is dirty and stinking
Ason Unique rolling with the of the creeps
be rolling with a stash
Ain't saying cash, bite my style I'll bite motherfucking ass!

For crying out loud, my is wild, so book me
Not long is how long this rhyme took me
styles from my lethal weapon
My pen that from here to Oregon
Here's more again, catch it like a flashback
I love Gats, if rap was a gun, you bust back
I come with shit that's all of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my grounds
I give a order to my peeps the water
To go and up props all around the border
And get far like a star
Cause who I are is the life of Pablo Escobar
Point-blank as I kick the biz
There it is, you're fucking with pros and there it

Yo with the feedback, black, we don't need that
It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the fuck's seed at?
Feeling mad hostile, ran the
Flowing like Christ when I speaks the
Stroll with the holy 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 the mountain when I come
Crazy flamboyant for the rap
My increase like black unemployment
Yeah, one down, G-g-genius
us the fuck outta here

The Wu is too slammin' for these Killin' labels
ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doing artists in like Cain did
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 every cent
For trying to blow up a
Now thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
Should've pumped it I rocked it
Niggas so stingy got short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in companies
With majors, they're scared to death to these
First of all, your A&R?
A mountain climber who plays an guitar?
But he don't 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 in sight
Matter of fact, bring out the and let's have a mud fight

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