Luyện nghe bài hát Proteck Ya Neck II the Zoo

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

Now let all you motherfuckers know
(See them knows this is something you can't fuck, always)
Whether you Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan
You from Queens nigga, I give a fuck, where you be motherfucker?

Where you reside
How you live? How you
Sort the stack outs, this one's the
Three-fifty-seven to your

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

Yo, straight actin' about them hell fires
A known mental killer, or thriller, assassin of
The hot bloody fatal mixture of carbonate
Homicidal manslaughter, is the order start the mission

Travel the speed of wind, through the valley of sin
I step to ville and murdered man
Serving justice in my
is, Brooklyn, Zu

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

Yo, niggaz grab the mic like the bites of a
Nervous, that's why the zoo me in
Now bring 'em forth, the tortures 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
like mail, pre hands that be the move
Now Posse is your fuckin' Platoon

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

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

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

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

Got more props than the
My represent, blowin' niggaz back who never had this
'Cause I'm gifted, so you can get
The shit I'm kickin', send it to your for Christmas
And tell her, Shorty Stain sent it

Soon to more green than the Jolly Green Giant
'Cuz niggaz rap styles just is aspired
You shoulda stayed instead of picking up a microphone

But if you wanna run on up, you tough
I your bluff, and blow you down with my hardcore
Stuff, I shine like carat

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

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

With Pip pen as I, jump on stage, flip rip a show
and rip a hoe, way like Bo
Jackson while I'm still taxin',
Relaxin', back sellin' good tracks

And and again when I rock the jam
see 'em up in the air? Throw up your hand
Introducin', one-man in town
wild, with the style couldn't stand nigga

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

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

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

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 the blast
(Yo, the door)