Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck

I smoke on the mic like smokin' Joe
The hell-raiser, raising with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like in Pakistan
through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tock keep ticking
While I get you flipping off the shit I'm
The Lone Ranger, red: danger!
in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart
The vandal, too hot to
You battle, you're saying Goodbye like Tevin
Roughneck, Inspectah on the set
The rebel, I make more noise than metal

The way I make the go wild
Sit back, relax smile
Rae got it going on pal, me the rap assassinator
Rhymes and built like Schwarzenegger
And I'mma get mad deep like a threat, blow up project
Then all your assets
Cause I to shake the frame in half
With the thoughts that bomb shit like
So if you wanna try to flip, go on the next man
I grab the clip, and
Hit you 16 shots and more, I got
Going to war with the pot, hot

the Method Man, for short "Mr. Meth"
Moving on your
And set it off, get it off, let it off a Gat
I break, fool, cock me back
Small change, they putting in the game
I take aim and blow that nigga out the
And like Fame, my style will live
Niggas crossing over, but they don't 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 blunt makes me eughck

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

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

Yo, you best ya neck!

things first, man, you're fucking with the worst
I'll be sticking pins in your head a fucking nurse
I'll any nigga who slack in his mack
Come fully with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you you stepped through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the Brooklyn Zu
And be damned if I let any man
to my center, you enter the winter
Straight up and down, that shit jam
You can't slam, don't let me get on him, man
The Ol' Bastard is dirty and stinking
Ason Unique with the night of the creeps
Niggas be rolling with a
Ain't saying cash, bite my I'll bite your motherfucking ass!

For crying out loud, my style is wild, so me
Not long is how long this rhyme took me
Ejecting styles from my lethal
My pen that rocks from here to
Here's again, catch it like a psycho flashback
I love Gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't back
I come with shit that's all types of shapes and
And where I lounge is my stomping
I give a to my peeps across the water
To go and up props all around the border
And get far like a shooting
Cause who I are is livin' the life of Escobar
Point-blank as I the square biz
There it is, you're fucking pros and there it goes

Yo chill the feedback, black, we don't need that
It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the your seed at?
Feeling mad hostile, ran the
like Christ when I speaks the gospel
Stroll the holy roll then attack the globe with the buck us style
The ruckus, 10 10 men committing mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fucking
Slaying boom-bangs like drums
Coming around the mountain I come
Crazy for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase black unemployment
Yeah, one down, G-g-genius
us the fuck outta here

The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin'
Some had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doing artists in like did Abel
Now they money's stuck to the gum under the table
what you get when you misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and you lose cent
For to blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as as a 20-watt light bulb
Should've it when I rocked it
so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in companies
With majors, they're to death to pump these
First of all, who's A&R?
A mountain who plays an electric guitar?
But he know the meaning of "dope"
When he's for a "suit-and-tie rap"
That's than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest in sight
Matter of fact, bring out the girls and let's have a mud

You best ya neck!
You protect ya neck!
You best ya neck!
You protect ya neck!