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 town like 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 charts
The vandal, too hot to
You battle, you're saying Goodbye Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Deck's on the set
The rebel, I make more noise than heavy

The way I the crowd go wild
Sit back, won't smile
Rae got it on pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and like Schwarzenegger
And get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project
Then take all your
Cause I came to the frame in half
With the thoughts that shit like math
So if you wanna try to flip, go on the next man
Cause I 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 break, fool, cock me back
Small change, they putting in the game
I aim and blow that nigga out the frame
And like Fame, my will live 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
the Hudson, or PCP when I'm dustin'
Niggas off, because I'm hot sauce
The smoke the lyrical blunt makes me eughck

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

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

Yo, you protect ya neck!

First things first, man, you're fucking with the
I'll be sticking pins in your head a fucking nurse
I'll any nigga who slack in his mack
Come fully packed a fat rugged stack
on you when you stepped through to
The Ol' Bastard 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 shit jam
You can't slam, don't let me get on him, man
The Ol' Bastard is dirty and stinking
Ason rolling with the night of the creeps
Niggas be rolling with a
Ain't saying cash, my style I'll bite your motherfucking ass!

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

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

The Wu is too slammin' for Cold Killin' labels
Some ain't had hits I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doing in like Cain did Abel
Now money's getting stuck to the gum under the table
That's you get when you misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and you every cent
For trying to blow up a
Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt bulb
pumped it when I rocked it
Niggas so stingy they got short and deep pockets
This goes on in some
With majors, they're scared to death to these
of all, who's your A&R?
A climber who plays an electric guitar?
But he don't know the of "dope"
When looking for a "suit-and-tie rap"
That's than 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 best ya neck!
You protect ya neck!
You best ya neck!
You protect ya neck!