Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck II the Zoo

See let a nigga come with that bullshit
Anytime you pop that shit
I'ma tell you, you can suck a dick, you can suck a
I know, it'll to what? Say what?

Now I'ma let all you motherfuckers
you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan
You Queens nigga, I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker
Where you reside, motherfucker, how you How you see?

Sort the stack outs, this one's the
to your mouth, blaow

Dunn can you me? Raw is how I'm inflicting this
It's that G type slang that makes this real
my styles, I got my hand pon the trigger
Starts from the smallest and the bigger nigga

Yo, straight actin' about them hellfires
A known killer, or thriller, assassin' of terror
The hot bloody mixture of carbonate water
Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order the mission

Travel like the of wind
the valley of sin
I step to and murdered many man
Serving in my vicinity

is, Brooklyn, Zoo

I get down, I get down, I crack your fuckin'
Lay around and watch some real niggaz break
I can't 'cuz every bro blowin up the spot
Hit rocks and niggaz

Yo, grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion
Nervous, why the Zoo brought me in
Now bring 'em forth, like the at the courts
Before the begin, first break me in

His brain, and make sure he can't maintain the
Ya harmless, watch how I bomb
Stage like, mail, pre hands that be the
Now your Posse is your Platoon

cells, just flows through the air
I'm like a ninja, once I send ya stairs
Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist with the rhyme
to deduct your fuckin' mind

Fuck shit up on the
Known for burying through more styles than a muck
you chump, brain is out for lunch
Given the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald

fall victim to no bitch
Jerked my dick, but still got more hoes a pimp
And score more points Shawn Kemp
Keepin' powerfully strong like the center on the

Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut
Ol' Bastard live and uncut
Shame on a who tried to run game on a

Got more props the President
My hardcore represent, blowin' niggaz back who had this
'Cuz I'm gifted, so you can get
The shit I'm kickin', send it to moms for Christmas

And her Shorty Shit Stain sent it
Soon to more green than the Jolly Green Giant
'Cuz niggaz rap just down is aspired
You shoulda home instead of picking up a microphone

But if you wanna run on up, you tough
I your bluff
And blow you with my hardcore stuff
I like twenty-four carat

Roll and stroll with the scene
wanna know me as Mr.Clean
Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, the script and
my skill niggaz, you're trippin'

Drugged up from sniffin', the one who's riffin'
I'm not Opie, save old shit for Andy Griffith
Start to flip, slip, 'cuz you're
While you sleep I be the God on point with Pippen

As I, on stage, flip rip a show
and rip a hoe, way like Bo
Jackson while I'm still maxin'
Relaxin' sittin back sellin tracks and

Again and again when I the jam
see 'em up in the air, throw up your hand
Introducin', one-man band in
It's wild, the style couldn't stand nigga

the jump, stepped, to the center
Of the rhyme inventor, MC's at the
You get dap slapped, the MC map
Your ass that's ass, on a whore shot

Come on through, I black and blue your whole
Then I get Rudy with the Kong Foo
Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer, Money maker, Brooklyn,
I lay down like towel, then I get higher

Here the ill, type ruffer
Style be I'm leavin' broken down grammars on the pen
Who who What brings it? Tighter than your anus
Chambers this name is for the trainers

Keep it stainless, steel, on time it is the
Deadly venom kills, at the last of the Sam's
60 Second, nucleus, on your set
Hit you with the blast yo the door