Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck

I smoke on the mic like smokin' Joe
The hell-raiser, raising hell with the
the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swinging through your town like your neighborhood
So uhh, tick keep ticking
While I get you flipping off the I'm kicking
The Lone Ranger, red: danger!
Deep in the 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 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 like a threat, blow up your
Then take all assets
Cause I came to shake the frame in
With the thoughts that bomb 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 Method Man, for "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, putting shame in the game
I take aim and blow that nigga out the
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 respect due to the
I ohh, yo check out the flow
Like the Hudson, or PCP when I'm
Niggas off, because I'm hot like
The smoke from the lyrical makes me eughck

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

C'mon baby baby c'mon 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 a fucking nurse
I'll attack any nigga who in his mack
Come fully packed with a fat rugged
Shame on you when you stepped to
The Ol' Dirty straight from the Brooklyn Zu
And be damned if I let any man
to my center, you enter the winter
Straight up and down, shit packed: jam
You can't slam, let me get fool on him, man
The Ol' Dirty Bastard is and stinking
Unique rolling with the night of the creeps
Niggas be rolling with a
Ain't saying cash, bite my I'll bite your motherfucking ass!

For crying out loud, my 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
Here's more again, catch it a psycho flashback
I love Gats, if rap was a gun, you bust back
I with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my stomping
I give a to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all around the
And get far like a shooting
who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar
Point-blank as I kick the biz
There it is, fucking with pros and there it goes

Yo chill with the feedback, black, we don't need
It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the fuck's your at?
mad hostile, ran the apostle
Flowing like Christ when I speaks the
Stroll with the holy then attack the globe with the buck us style
The ruckus, 10 10 men committing mad sin
the other cheek and I'll break your fucking chin
Slaying boom-bangs African drums
Coming around the mountain I come
Crazy for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase like black
Yeah, one down, G-g-genius
Take us the outta 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 they getting stuck to the gum under the table
what you get when you misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and you lose every
For trying to blow up a
Now that thought was as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
pumped it when I rocked it
Niggas so stingy got short arms and deep pockets
goes on in some companies
With majors, they're scared to to pump these
of all, who's your A&R?
A mountain who plays an electric guitar?
But he know the meaning of "dope"
When he's for a "suit-and-tie rap"
cleaner than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest in sight
Matter of fact, bring out the girls and have a mud fight

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