Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck

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

The way I make the crowd go
Sit back, relax won't
Rae got it going on pal, me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built Schwarzenegger
And get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project
Then take all assets
Cause I to shake the frame in half
the thoughts that bomb shit like math
So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the man
I grab 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, me back
Small change, they shame in the game
I take aim and that nigga out the frame
And like Fame, my style live forever
Niggas crossing over, but they don't no better
But I do, true, can I get a "soo"
Enough due to the one-six-ooh
I ohh, yo check out the flow
Like the Hudson, or PCP I'm dustin'
Niggas off, because I'm hot like
The smoke from the lyrical makes me eughck

Ooh, what, my nut, get screwed
Oww, here comes my style
True
To my crew the "soo!"

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

Yo, you best ya neck!

First things first, man, you're with the worst
I'll be sticking pins in your like a fucking nurse
I'll attack any nigga who in his mack
Come fully packed a fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight 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, don't let me get on him, man
The Ol' Bastard is dirty and stinking
Ason Unique rolling with the of the creeps
Niggas be with 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 this took me
Ejecting styles my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks from here to
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 all types of shapes and sounds
And I lounge is my stomping grounds
I a order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all the border
And get far like a star
who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar
Point-blank as I kick the biz
There it is, fucking with pros and there it goes

Yo chill with the feedback, black, we need that
It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the fuck's your at?
Feeling mad hostile, ran the
Flowing like Christ when I speaks the
Stroll the holy roll then attack the globe with the buck us style
The ruckus, 10 10 men committing mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fucking
boom-bangs like African drums
Coming around the mountain when I
flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
My increase like black unemployment
Yeah, one down, G-g-genius
Take us the fuck outta

The Wu is too for these Cold Killin' labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Mabel
Be artists in like Cain did Abel
Now money's getting stuck to the gum under the table
what you get when you misuse what I invent
Your falls 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 it when I rocked it
Niggas so stingy they got short arms and pockets
goes on in some companies
With majors, scared to death to pump these
of all, who's your A&R?
A mountain who plays an electric guitar?
But he don't know the of "dope"
When looking for a "suit-and-tie rap"
cleaner than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest thing in
Matter of fact, bring out the girls and let's a mud fight

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