Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck

I smoke on the mic like smokin' Joe
The hell-raiser, hell with the flavor
the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swinging through your town your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tick tock keep
While I get you flipping off the shit I'm
The Lone Ranger, code danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip the apart
The vandal, too hot to
You battle, you're saying like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Deck's on the set
The rebel, I make more noise heavy metal

The way I the crowd go wild
Sit back, relax smile
Rae got it on pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and like Schwarzenegger
And I'mma get mad deep a threat, blow up your project
Then take all your
Cause I came to shake the in half
With the thoughts that bomb like math
So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the man
Cause I 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, cock me
Small change, putting shame in the game
I take aim and blow nigga out the frame
And like Fame, my style will forever
crossing 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 check out the
Like the Hudson, or PCP when I'm
Niggas off, because I'm hot sauce
The smoke the lyrical blunt 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!"

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

Yo, you protect ya neck!

First things first, man, you're fucking the worst
I'll be sticking pins in your head like a fucking
I'll attack any nigga who slack in his
Come fully with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you stepped to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Zu
And I'll be if I let any man
to my center, you enter the winter
Straight up and down, that shit jam
You can't slam, don't let me get on him, man
The Ol' Dirty is dirty and stinking
Ason Unique rolling with the of the creeps
Niggas be with a stash
Ain't saying cash, bite my style bite your motherfucking ass!

For crying out loud, my is wild, so book me
Not long is how that this rhyme took me
Ejecting styles my lethal weapon
My pen that from here to Oregon
Here's more again, it like a psycho flashback
I Gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't 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 across 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
as I kick the square biz
There it is, you're fucking pros and there it goes

Yo with the feedback, black, we don't need that
It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the your seed at?
Feeling mad hostile, ran the
Flowing like Christ when I the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll then attack the with the buck us style
The ruckus, 10 10 men committing mad sin
Turn the other and I'll break your fucking chin
Slaying boom-bangs African drums
around the mountain when I come
Crazy flamboyant for the rap
My increase like black unemployment
Yeah, another one down,
Take us the outta here

The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin'
Some ain't had hits since I seen Mabel
Be doing artists in Cain did Abel
Now they money's getting stuck to the gum the table
That's what you get when you what I invent
empire falls and you lose every cent
For trying to up a scrub
Now that thought was just as as a 20-watt light bulb
pumped it when I rocked it
Niggas so stingy they got arms and deep pockets
goes on in some companies
With majors, they're to death to pump these
of all, who's your A&R?
A mountain climber who an electric guitar?
But he don't the meaning of "dope"
When looking for a "suit-and-tie rap"
That's cleaner than a bar of
And I'm the thing in sight
Matter of fact, bring out the girls and have a mud fight

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