Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck

I smoke on the mic smokin' Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam troops in Pakistan
Swinging through your town like your neighborhood
So uhh, tock keep ticking
I get you flipping off the shit I'm kicking
The Lone Ranger, red: danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts
The vandal, too hot to
You battle, you're Goodbye like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Inspectah on the set
The rebel, I more noise than heavy metal

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 a threat, blow up your project
Then take all your
I came to shake the frame in half
With the thoughts that bomb like math
So if you try to flip, go flip on the next man
I grab the clip, and
Hit you 16 shots and more, I got
to war with 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, they putting in the game
I take aim and blow that nigga out the
And like Fame, my style will forever
Niggas crossing over, but they don't know no
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 from the blunt makes me eughck

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

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

Yo, you protect ya neck!

First things first, man, you're with the worst
I'll be sticking pins in your head a fucking nurse
attack any nigga who slack in his mack
Come fully packed with a fat stack
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' Bastard is dirty and stinking
Unique rolling with the night of the creeps
Niggas be rolling a stash
Ain't saying cash, bite my I'll bite your motherfucking ass!

For crying out loud, my style is wild, so me
Not long is how long that this took me
styles from my lethal weapon
My pen rocks from here to Oregon
Here's more again, catch it a psycho flashback
I love Gats, if rap was a gun, you bust back
I come with shit all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my grounds
I give a to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up all around the border
And get far like a star
Cause who I are is livin' the life of Escobar
Point-blank as I kick the biz
There it is, you're fucking pros and there it goes

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 like Christ when I speaks the
Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the us style
The ruckus, 10 times 10 men mad sin
Turn the cheek and I'll break your fucking chin
boom-bangs like African drums
Coming around the mountain when I
Crazy flamboyant for the rap
My clan increase like unemployment
Yeah, one down, G-g-genius
Take us the outta here

The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold labels
Some ain't had hits since I Aunt Mabel
Be doing artists in like Cain did
Now money's getting stuck to the gum under the table
That's you get when you misuse what I invent
Your falls and you lose every cent
For trying to blow up a
Now that was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
Should've it when I rocked it
Niggas so they got short arms and deep pockets
goes on in some companies
With majors, they're scared to death to these
First of all, your A&R?
A mountain climber who 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 and let's have a mud fight

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