Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck

I smoke on the mic like smokin' Joe
The hell-raiser, raising hell with the
the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swinging through your town like your neighborhood
So uhh, tick tock keep
While I get you flipping off the 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 Goodbye like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Deck's on the set
The rebel, I make more noise heavy metal

The way I the crowd go wild
Sit back, won't smile
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 all your assets
Cause I came to shake the frame in
the thoughts that bomb shit 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 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
change, they putting shame in the game
I take aim and blow nigga out the frame
And Fame, my style will live forever
Niggas crossing over, but 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
Like the Hudson, or PCP when I'm
off, because I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the blunt makes me eughck

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

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

Yo, you protect ya neck!

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

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

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 roll then attack the globe with the buck us style
The ruckus, 10 times 10 men mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fucking
Slaying like African drums
Coming around the mountain I come
Crazy for the rap enjoyment
My increase like black unemployment
Yeah, another one down,
us the fuck outta here

The Wu is too slammin' for these Killin' labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Mabel
Be doing in like Cain did Abel
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 just as bright as a light bulb
Should've pumped it I rocked it
Niggas so stingy they got short arms and pockets
This goes on in companies
With majors, scared to death to pump these
First of all, who's A&R?
A mountain climber who plays an electric
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 thing in sight
Matter of fact, bring out the girls and let's have a mud

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