Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck

I smoke on the mic like Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, raising hell with the
Terrorize the jam like in Pakistan
Swinging through your town like your neighborhood
So uhh, tock keep ticking
I get you flipping off the shit I'm kicking
The Ranger, code red: danger!
Deep in the dark the art to rip the charts apart
The vandal, too hot to
You battle, you're saying Goodbye like Campbell
Roughneck, Inspectah 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 going on pal, call me the rap
rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
And I'mma get mad deep a threat, blow up your project
Then take all assets
Cause I came to shake the in half
With the that bomb shit like math
So if you wanna try to flip, go on the next man
I grab the clip, and
Hit you with 16 and more, I got
Going to war the melting pot, hot

It's the Man, for short "Mr. Meth"
Moving on left
And set it off, get it off, let it off a Gat
I wanna break, fool, me back
Small change, they shame in the game
I take aim and blow nigga out the frame
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'
Niggas off, because I'm hot sauce
The smoke from the blunt makes me eughck

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

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

Yo, you protect 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 slack in his
Come packed with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you stepped to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the Brooklyn Zu
And be damned if I let any man
Come to my center, you enter the
Straight up and down, that shit jam
You can't slam, don't let me get on him, man
The Ol' Dirty Bastard is and stinking
Ason Unique rolling the night of the creeps
Niggas be 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 that rhyme took me
Ejecting from my lethal weapon
My pen that from here to Oregon
more again, catch it like 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 order to my peeps across the
To go and up props all around the border
And get far like a shooting
who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar
Point-blank as I the square biz
There it is, you're fucking with pros and there it

Yo chill with the feedback, black, we need that
10 o'clock, ho, where the fuck's your seed at?
Feeling mad hostile, ran the
Flowing Christ when I speaks the gospel
with the holy roll then attack the globe 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
around the mountain when I come
Crazy flamboyant for the rap
My clan increase like unemployment
Yeah, one down, G-g-genius
Take us the fuck here

The Wu is too slammin' for Cold Killin' labels
Some had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be artists in like Cain did Abel
Now money's getting stuck to the gum under the table
what you get when you misuse what I invent
Your empire and you lose every cent
For to blow up a scrub
Now thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
Should've pumped it I rocked it
Niggas so stingy they got short arms and pockets
This on in some companies
With majors, they're scared to death to these
of all, who's your A&R?
A mountain climber who an electric guitar?
But he don't know the of "dope"
he's looking for a "suit-and-tie rap"
That's cleaner than a bar of
And I'm the dirtiest in sight
Matter of fact, bring out the and let's have a mud fight

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