Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck

I smoke on the mic like Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, raising hell with the
Terrorize the jam like in Pakistan
Swinging through your town like your Spiderman
So uhh, tock keep ticking
While I get you off the shit I'm kicking
The Ranger, code red: danger!
in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart
The vandal, too hot to
You battle, you're saying Goodbye 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 won't
Rae got it on pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built Schwarzenegger
And I'mma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your
Then take all assets
Cause I came to the frame in half
With the thoughts bomb shit like math
So if you wanna try to flip, go on the next man
I grab the clip, and
Hit you with 16 and more, I got
Going to war with the pot, hot

the Method 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
change, they putting shame in the game
I take aim and blow nigga out the frame
And Fame, my style will live forever
Niggas 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
Like the Hudson, or PCP when I'm
Niggas off, because I'm hot like
The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me

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

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

Yo, you protect ya neck!

First things first, man, fucking with the worst
I'll be sticking pins in head like 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' Dirty Bastard from the Brooklyn Zu
And be damned if I let any man
Come to my center, you the winter
Straight up and down, that shit jam
You slam, don't let me get fool on him, man
The Ol' Dirty is dirty and stinking
Ason Unique rolling the night of the creeps
Niggas be with a stash
saying cash, bite my style 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
Ejecting styles from my weapon
My pen that from here to Oregon
Here's more again, it like 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 where I 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, you're with pros and there it goes

Yo with the feedback, black, we don't need that
It's 10 o'clock, ho, the fuck's your seed at?
mad hostile, ran the apostle
Flowing like Christ when I speaks the
Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buck us
The ruckus, 10 times 10 men mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break fucking chin
Slaying boom-bangs like drums
Coming around the mountain when I
Crazy flamboyant for the rap
My clan increase black unemployment
Yeah, another one down,
Take us the fuck outta

The Wu is too for these Cold Killin' labels
Some ain't had since I seen Aunt 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 lose cent
For to blow up a scrub
Now thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
Should've pumped it when I it
Niggas so they got short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in companies
majors, they're scared to death to pump these
First of all, who's 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 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 best ya neck!
You best ya neck!
You best ya neck!
You protect ya neck!