Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck (the Jump Off)

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

The way I make the crowd go
Sit back, relax won't
Rae got it going on pal, call me the rap
Rhymes rugged and built like
And I'mma get mad like a threat, blow up your project
Then take all your
I came to shake the frame in half
With the that bomb shit like math
So if you wanna try to flip, go on the next man
Cause I the clip, and
Hit you with 16 and more, I got
to war with the melting pot, hot

It's the Method Man, for "Mr. Meth"
on your left
And set it off, get it off, let it off a Gat
I wanna break, fool, cock me
Small change, putting shame in the game
I take aim and blow that nigga out the
And like Fame, my style live forever
crossing over, but they don't know 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 I'm dustin'
Niggas off, because I'm hot sauce
The smoke from the lyrical makes me eughck

Ooh, what, grab my nut, get
Oww, here my Shaolin style
B-A-ba-B-Y-U
To my crew the "soo!"

C'mon baby baby c'mon baby baby baby 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 like a fucking
I'll attack any who slack in his mack
Come fully packed with a fat rugged
Shame on you when you stepped to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the Brooklyn Zu
And be damned if I let any man
Come to my center, you the winter
up and down, that shit packed: jam
You can't slam, don't let me get on him, man
The Ol' Dirty is dirty and stinking
Ason Unique rolling the night of the creeps
Niggas be with a stash
Ain't saying cash, bite my style I'll your motherfucking ass!

For crying out loud, my style is wild, so me
Not long is how that this rhyme took me
Ejecting styles my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks from here to
Here's more again, it like a psycho flashback
I love Gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust
I with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my grounds
I give a to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all around the
And get far like a shooting
Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo
as I kick the square biz
There it is, you're fucking with 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 with the holy roll then attack the globe the buck us style
The ruckus, 10 10 men committing mad sin
the other cheek and I'll break your fucking chin
Slaying boom-bangs African drums
Coming around the mountain I come
Crazy flamboyant for the rap
My increase like black unemployment
Yeah, one down, G-g-genius
us the fuck outta here

The Wu is too for these Cold Killin' labels
Some ain't had hits since I Aunt Mabel
Be doing artists in like Cain did
Now money's getting stuck to the gum under the table
That's what you get when you misuse what I
empire falls and you lose every cent
For trying to blow up a
Now thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
Should've pumped it I rocked it
Niggas so stingy got short arms and deep pockets
This on in some companies
majors, they're scared to death to pump these
First of all, who's your
A mountain who plays an electric guitar?
But he don't know the of "dope"
he's looking for a "suit-and-tie rap"
That's cleaner a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest in sight
of fact, bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight

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