Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck

I smoke on the mic like smokin' Joe
The hell-raiser, raising hell with the
Terrorize the jam troops in Pakistan
Swinging through your town like your Spiderman
So uhh, tock keep ticking
I get you flipping off the shit I'm kicking
The Lone Ranger, red: 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 noise than metal

The way I make the crowd go
Sit back, relax won't
Rae got it on pal, call me the rap assassinator
rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
And I'mma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your
Then all your assets
I came to shake the frame in half
With the thoughts that bomb shit like
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
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 break, fool, cock me back
Small change, they putting in the game
I aim and blow that nigga out the frame
And like Fame, my style will forever
Niggas crossing over, but they 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 when I'm
off, because I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me

Ooh, what, my nut, get screwed
Oww, here my Shaolin style
True
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 pins in your head like a fucking
attack any nigga who slack in his mack
Come fully packed with a fat stack
Shame on you when you through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight the Brooklyn Zu
And be damned if I let any man
to my center, you enter the winter
Straight up and down, that shit jam
You slam, don't 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 with a
Ain't saying cash, bite my style I'll your motherfucking ass!

For crying out loud, my is wild, so book me
Not long is how long that this took me
Ejecting styles from my lethal
My pen that rocks from to Oregon
Here's more again, catch it like a flashback
I love Gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust
I come with that's all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my grounds
I a order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all the border
And get far a shooting star
Cause who I are is livin' the life of Escobar
as I kick the square biz
There it is, you're fucking with pros and there it

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
like Christ when I speaks the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe the buck us style
The ruckus, 10 10 men committing mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fucking
boom-bangs like African drums
Coming around the mountain I come
flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
My clan like black unemployment
Yeah, another one down,
us the fuck outta here

The Wu is too slammin' for Cold Killin' labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Mabel
Be doing artists in like did Abel
Now they getting stuck to the gum under the table
what you get when you misuse what I invent
Your falls and you lose every cent
For trying to blow up a
Now that was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
pumped it when I rocked it
Niggas so stingy they got short arms and deep
goes on in some companies
With majors, they're scared to death to pump
of all, who's your A&R?
A mountain climber who plays an guitar?
But he don't know the of "dope"
When looking for a "suit-and-tie rap"
That's than 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 best ya neck!
You best ya neck!
You best ya neck!