Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck

I smoke on the mic like Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, raising hell the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in
Swinging through your town like your Spiderman
So uhh, tock keep ticking
While I get you flipping off the I'm kicking
The Lone Ranger, code danger!
Deep in the dark 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 more noise than heavy metal

The way I make the go wild
Sit back, won't smile
Rae got it on pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and like Schwarzenegger
And I'mma get mad deep like a threat, blow up project
take all your assets
Cause I came to shake the frame in
With the thoughts that bomb shit math
So if you try to flip, go flip on the next man
Cause I the clip, and
Hit you with 16 and more, I got
Going to war with the 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 break, fool, cock me back
Small change, they putting shame in the
I aim and blow that nigga out the frame
And like Fame, my style will live
Niggas over, but they don't know no better
But I do, true, can I get a "soo"
Enough respect due to the
I mean ohh, yo out the flow
Like the Hudson, or PCP when I'm
Niggas off, because I'm hot sauce
The smoke from the lyrical makes me eughck

Ooh, what, grab my nut, get
Oww, here comes my Shaolin
B-A-ba-B-Y-U
To my with the "soo!"

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

Yo, you protect ya neck!

First things first, man, fucking with the worst
be sticking pins in your head like a fucking nurse
I'll attack any nigga who slack in his
Come fully packed with a fat stack
Shame on you you stepped through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Zu
And I'll be if I let any man
Come to my center, you enter the
Straight up and down, shit packed: jam
You can't slam, don't let me get 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 cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfucking ass!

For crying out loud, my is wild, so book me
Not long is how long this rhyme took me
Ejecting styles my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks from here to
Here's more again, catch it a psycho flashback
I love Gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't 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 the border
And get far a shooting 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 there it

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

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

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