Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck

I on the mic like smokin' Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, raising with the flavor
Terrorize the jam troops in Pakistan
Swinging through your like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tick tock ticking
While I get you off the shit I'm kicking
The Lone Ranger, code danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts
The vandal, too hot to
You battle, you're saying Goodbye like Tevin
Roughneck, Inspectah on the set
The rebel, I make noise than 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 like a threat, blow up your project
Then all your assets
I came to shake the frame 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 16 shots and more, I got
to war with 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 aim and blow that nigga out the frame
And like Fame, my style will live
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 my Shaolin 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, you're with the worst
I'll be pins in your head like a fucking nurse
I'll attack any who slack in his mack
Come fully packed with a fat rugged
Shame on you when you stepped to
The Ol' Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zu
And be damned if I let any man
to my center, you enter the winter
Straight up and down, that packed: 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 rolling a stash
Ain't saying cash, bite my style I'll your motherfucking ass!

For crying out loud, my style is wild, so me
Not long is how long that rhyme took me
Ejecting from my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks from here to
Here's more again, catch it like a psycho
I Gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
I come with that's all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my stomping
I a order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up all around the border
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, you're fucking with pros and there it

Yo chill with the feedback, black, we don't need
10 o'clock, ho, where the fuck's your seed at?
Feeling mad hostile, ran the
Flowing like when I speaks the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buck us
The ruckus, 10 10 men committing mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break your chin
Slaying boom-bangs like 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 fuck here

The Wu is too slammin' for these Killin' labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Mabel
Be doing artists in like Cain did
Now they money's getting stuck to the gum under the
That's what you get when you misuse I invent
Your empire falls and you every cent
For trying to up a scrub
Now that thought was as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
Should've pumped it I rocked it
so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in some
With majors, they're to death to pump these
First of all, who's A&R?
A mountain who plays an electric guitar?
But he know 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 thing in
Matter of fact, bring out the girls and let's have a mud

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