Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck II the Zoo

See let a nigga come through that 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 motherfuckers
Whether you Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan
You from nigga, I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker
Where you reside, motherfucker, how you live? How you

Sort the stack outs, one's the blackout
Three-fifty-seven to your mouth,

Dunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'm this
It's that G type slang that this real sickening
Ignite my styles, I got my pon the trigger
Starts from the smallest and hits the bigger

Yo, straight live about them hellfires
A known mental killer, or thriller, of terror
The hot bloody fatal mixture of carbonate
manslaughter, death is the order start the mission

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

is, Brooklyn, Zoo

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

Yo, niggaz the mic like the bites of a scorpion
Nervous, that's why the Zoo me in
Now bring 'em forth, like the at the courts
Before the case begin, break me in

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

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

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

Never fall to no bitch
Jerked my dick, but still got hoes than a pimp
And score points than Shawn Kemp
Keepin' powerfully strong like the on the Knicks

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

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

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

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

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

Drugged up sniffin', you're 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 with Scottie Pippen

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

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

When the jump, stepped, to the
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 Hong Foo
Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer, maker, Brooklyn, challenger
That I lay down towel, then I get higher

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

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