Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck II the Zoo

See let a nigga come through with bullshit
Anytime you pop shit nigga
tell you, you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussy
I know, come to what? Say what?

Now I'ma let all you know
Whether you Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan
You from Queens nigga, I give a fuck, where you be motherfucker
you reside, motherfucker, how you live? How you see?

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

Dunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'm this
It's that G type slang that makes this sickening
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 mental killer, or thriller, of terror
The hot bloody mixture of carbonate water
Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order start the

Travel the speed of wind
Through the of sin
I step to and murdered many man
Serving justice in my

is, Brooklyn, Zoo

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

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

His brain, and make sure he maintain the calmness
Ya harmless, watch how I bomb
Stage like, mail, pre hands that be the
Now Posse is your fuckin' Platoon

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

Fuck up on the hurry-up
Known for burying ducks through more styles than a
you chump, brain is out for lunch
Given the punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump

Never fall victim to no
Jerked my dick, but still got more than a pimp
And score more points than Shawn
Keepin' powerfully strong the center on the Knicks

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

Got props than the President
My hardcore represent, blowin' niggaz back who never had
I'm gifted, so you can get wrapped
The shit I'm kickin', it to your moms for Christmas

And tell her Shorty Shit sent it
Soon to have more green the Jolly Green Giant
'Cuz niggaz rap styles just down is
You shoulda stayed home instead of picking up a

But if you run on up, like you tough
I call bluff
And blow you down with my hardcore
I shine like twenty-four

Roll and stroll the party scene
wanna know me as Mr.Clean
Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the and
Test my skill niggaz, trippin'

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

As I, jump on stage, flip rip a
Strip and rip a hoe, way Bo
Jackson I'm still taxin' maxin'
sittin back sellin good tracks and

Again and again I rock the jam
Wanna see 'em up in the air, throw up hand
Introducin', band in town
It's wild, with the style couldn't nigga

When the jump, stepped, to the
Of the rhyme inventor, come at the
You get dap slapped, the MC map
Your ass your ass, on a whore shot

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

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

Keep it stainless, steel, on it is the windmill
Deadly kills, at the last of the Sam's Mill
60 Second, nucleus, attack on set
Hit you the blast yo close the door