Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck

I on the mic like smokin' Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, raising hell the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in
Swinging through your town like your Spiderman
So uhh, tick tock keep
While I get you off the shit I'm kicking
The Ranger, code 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 than heavy

The way I make the crowd go
Sit back, relax smile
Rae got it going on pal, call me the rap
Rhymes rugged and like Schwarzenegger
And I'mma get mad deep like a threat, up your project
Then take all assets
Cause I 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
Cause I the clip, and
Hit you 16 shots and more, I got
to war with the melting pot, hot

It's the Man, for short "Mr. Meth"
Moving on your
And set it off, get it off, let it off a Gat
I break, fool, cock me back
Small change, putting shame in the game
I take aim and blow that nigga out the
And like Fame, my will live forever
Niggas crossing over, but they know no better
But I do, true, can I get a "soo"
Enough respect due to the
I mean ohh, yo out the flow
the Hudson, or PCP when I'm dustin'
Niggas off, because I'm hot like
The smoke from the lyrical blunt me eughck

Ooh, what, my nut, get screwed
Oww, here comes my style
B-A-ba-B-Y-U
To my crew the "soo!"

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

Yo, you best ya neck!

First things first, man, you're with the worst
be sticking pins in your head like a fucking nurse
I'll attack any nigga who slack in his
fully packed with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you you stepped through to
The Ol' Dirty straight from the Brooklyn Zu
And I'll be if I let any man
to my center, you enter the winter
Straight up and down, that packed: jam
You can't slam, let me get fool on him, man
The Ol' Bastard is dirty and stinking
Ason Unique with the night 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 long that rhyme took me
Ejecting styles from my weapon
My pen that from here to Oregon
Here's more again, catch it like a psycho
I love Gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust
I come with shit that's all types of and sounds
And I lounge is my stomping grounds
I a order to my peeps across the water
To go and up props all around the border
And get far like a shooting
Cause who I are is livin' the life of Escobar
Point-blank as I kick the biz
it is, you're 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 I speaks the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll then the globe with the buck us style
The ruckus, 10 10 men committing mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break your chin
Slaying boom-bangs like African
Coming around the when I come
Crazy flamboyant for the rap
My clan increase like black
Yeah, another one down,
Take us the fuck here

The Wu is too for these Cold Killin' labels
Some ain't had hits I seen Aunt Mabel
Be artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's getting stuck to the gum 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 that thought was just as bright as a light bulb
Should've it when I rocked it
Niggas so they got short arms and deep pockets
This on in some companies
With majors, they're scared to to pump these
First of all, who's A&R?
A mountain climber who an electric guitar?
But he know the meaning of "dope"
When he's for a "suit-and-tie rap"
That's cleaner a bar of soap
And I'm the thing in sight
Matter of fact, bring out the girls and let's a mud fight

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